Page 31 of Reverse Perspective

“Hey. Good morning,” I say as I turn to face him. “Mason and Lance asleep?”

“Yeah,” he says, kissing me. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long. Thirty minutes maybe,” I say.

“You know you talk in your sleep?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I used to get in trouble for what I’d say in my sleep,” I laugh. “Also, you’ve told me this before.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just fun that we can have a conversation with you,” Dean says with a smirk.

“What did you trick me into saying?”

“Not tricked,” he says. “You just kept saying you were happy.”

“Well, I am,” I confirm.

“No regrets?” he asks seriously. He is searching my face for answers.

“I would say something if I had any issues,” I say. “None of you have done anything I didn’t want.”

“I guarantee I could scare you,” he smirks.

“I doubt that,” I laugh.

“Mmmm. I wonder what you sound like when you’re scared and coming,”

“You can try and…” my words are cut off when he picks me up and sets me on the railing.

“Dean!” I nearly shout at him in a panicked voice.

“Do you trust me, Sadie?”

“Y-yes,” I say. I make the mistake of looking behind me and whimper, as I imagine myself plummeting to the Earth below.

“You’re afraid of heights,” he smirks as he pulls himself out of his pants.

“I’m afraid of falling, Dean,” I say as I look behind me again. “Fuck, you’re crazy.”

“So you trust me,” he asks again as he parts my legs and teases my clit.

“Yes,” I say. “Please don’t drop me.”

“If I do, you won’t care for long,” he says as he slowly fills me with his cock. I groan and cling to him. He has a tight hold on my hips when he slams into me, making me scream out.

“Fuck, I love how you grip my cock when you’re scared,” he murmurs and continues to rut into me. Every time he bottoms out, fear shoots through me as I imagine him accidentallyknocking me off of the railing. It doesn’t stop the build of my climax. It doesn’t stop me from begging him to fuck me harder.

Something about mixing pleasure with a near-death experience is doing so much more than just turning me on. It’s fucking intoxicating that my entire life is in his hands right now. I’m handing over all of my trust for the sake of a shared orgasm.

“Trust me,” he says as he lets go of my hips and grabs a tight hold of my wrists. He is holding me away, so that I can in turn hold his wrists to provide myself a little bit of comfort as he continues to drive into me.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” I moan. He nudges me to lean back and I do it. I lean back and trust he will hold on to me. A rush of adrenaline washes over me when a feeling of weightlessness takes over. He has me leaning over the edge, only to be supported by him. Fear is still coursing through me, mingling with pleasure.

“Come with me, Little Demon. Tell everyone who’s fucking you right now,” he says through a groan.

“Oh, Dean. Oh God,” I tip my head back and moan as we both fall into our orgasm. The only thing I can produce is his name on my lips over and over as he chases down our release.

He pulls me back up to wrap his arms around my waist and kisses me deeply. “You are amazing,” he says softly.

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