Chapter 148 - What Do You Mean?
Dean's poetic words brought her back to the present moment. "You always know exactly what to say to pull me back to you and make me smile. You are right though, I am fire, if you want something salty and sweet, with no opinion, I am not the woman for you. I spit flames, often." She joked.
"Where were you?" Dean asked. He held her cheek soothing her and himself with the close connection. He saw her genuine smile and his heart felt lighter. He had thought he had lost her to a dark place, he had a horrible feeling when he saw her like that.
"I was trying to remember Lucy's words. But maybe the incident was so traumatic that my brain has forgotten it." April bit her lip as she tried to remember and explain to Dean.
Dean used his thumb to stop her from hurting herself as she bit her lip. He rubbed the red mark on her lip "Do you want to tell me about it and maybe as you tell me you might remember?" He asked.
April gazed at Dean, his reassuring gaze made her feel at ease. And so she started to tell Dean as much as she could.
"You may think this is slightly bizarre but I was in my father's house cleaning and tidying up as usual when I felt a sharp pain on my head. I think I was struck on the head and then I passed out. When I woke up I couldn't see anything but smoke as it filled the room."
April took a breath before she could continue, it was like being brought back. She could smell the smoke and feel the heat of the room. She was scared and alone, she continued, "As I crawled under the smoke to the door and tried to open it I remember hearing Lucy's voice. I know she was laughing but I can't remember her words."
April glanced at Dean's shocked expression and continued "I know it sounds like a dream and maybe it was."
Dean realised that this was not a dream, this was how she had died in her past life. He had so many questions. His mind raced.
"Was it a dream or are you like me?" Dean then asked. His heart pounded in hope. He wanted her to remember him in her last life but also he didn't want her to remember her own tragic death.
April looked at Dean, she thought he looked excited and hopeful. She didn't know whether to confess or not. Would he think that she is crazy she wondered.
Dean waited anxiously for her reply.
"Like you? What do you mean?" Asked April.
"Do you remember another life? Do you remember me from your past life?" Dean asked, his heart raced and he held her hands anxiously.
"Yes," April answered simply.
Dean pulled her towards his chest and kissed her all over. He was overjoyed with happiness. "Wait, yes to which question?" He asked as he slightly pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
April laughed at his reaction, it wasn't the one she had expected. "Yes I remember my past life and yes I remember saving your dumb ass in my last life," April said while smiling.
"I took you home that night because you were familiar to me. Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite." She teased.
Hearing her answer he dove on top of her, he held her face and kissed her lips passionately. At this moment time stopped, the earth stopped spinning, the world was silent, all he needed was her lips against his. He felt complete, they were both reborn.
April pushed his chest back and sat up facing Dean, her face was flush and her breathing was uneven, "Wait, wait! So you said am I like you, what do you mean by that?"
Dean smiled and held her cheek lovingly as he answered honestly, "I was reborn to love you."
Dean felt that was all he had returned for, to learn to love and be loved, just being around her was intoxicating.
April felt a lump in her throat and tears filled her eyes. She felt overwhelmed by his confession. April leapt onto his lap. Her fingers ran through his hair as she kissed him.
Dean held her hips and slid her dress up feeling her soft thighs.
April felt his hands and a shiver ran up her spine and heat pooled in her lower stomach, she wanted him so badly that she started to pull his clothing off piece by piece and discard them onto the floor.
Her fingers dug into Deans sculpted back as his index finger teased her, which earned him a d*ck throbbing whimper. He teased her further with his fingers, drawing small circles. Her fingers gripped onto his shoulders as he dipped a finger into her, but not too deep.
Her hips rose to meet his ministrations and her thighs started to tremble as he continued. "I love you April."
April tried to listen to his words but she was lost in his actions as he inserted another finger, still not deep enough to give her what she needed now, "Please Dean." She cried out.
Dean felt his d*ck grow and leak into his briefs with anticipation.
"Dean." She whimpered.
Dean didnt stop though he continued circling her with his fingers until her thighs were shaking uncontrollably and her knuckles had turned white as she gripped onto his shoulders. He felt the sharp pain from her nails as she held onto him. Her back curved beautifully and elegantly as she leaned back.
Dean unzipped her dress with his free hand and threw it onto the floor, which left her breast exposed and he dove on them with his mouth. He heard her continuous moans of pleasure. He felt his d*ck throb and each tremble from her made him more sensitive and took him closer to the edge.
Slowly he removed his fingers from her tight entrance, he saw April look at him as she raised her head, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she then watched him lick each finger, tasting her flavour which bursts onto his tongue.
He saw her mouth open with shock and he smiled back in return, he loved to see her like this, to know he could make her like this. He felt her delicate hands on his bare chest and it sent sparks of need through him.
Dean laid her down on the bed and hovered over her body, he removed her lacy thong before he then kicked off his own trousers and boxers. He then returned to her and kissed her lips, his eyes full of desire as he then entered her.
She pulled him closer with her legs as they wrapped around him. She felt the need for him at that moment more than ever. She felt connected to him now more than ever as they shared their past together.
Dean felt her pull him closer, "F*ck." He groaned as he was deep inside her. He started to move and he saw her bite her lip as she tried to hold her voice. He brought his lips to hers as he continued to thrust in and out.
A few hours later April lay sated on Dean's chest as she said "Dean." April's voice was soft.
"Mmm?" Dean replied as he covered them both with the duvet cover.
"Your come is running down my thigh." She whispered, slightly out of breath. She wanted to get up and clean herself but she was also exhausted from their long lovemaking session.
Dean thought that was the hottest thing he had ever heard her say, his dick throbbed once again. He found the wetness dripping down her leg, he ran a finger upward and pushed it back inside of her.
Dean then held her close embracing her as they lay together. Love hits different when it's real, it's honest.. It overwhelmed him at times but her love was never going to hurt him.
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