The Connection!

When they got to the hotel, he parked right in front of his and Sammy's room. He looked at Willow, took the key out of the engine, “which room is yours?” he asked with a smirk.

Anxious to get the room with Dean, she replied quickly, "Room 3...Why are you smirking?" Willow asked him with a smile.

"Your room is right next to mine and Sammy's room." He opened the door and jumped out.

"Ah, that's funny." Willow told him.

"So you ready to have some fun.?" Dean asked her with a smirk. Then got out of the car.

"Yeah." Willow said following.

They walked silently to her room and she unlocked the door. Once they were inside, Dean grabbed her and began to ravish
her mouth. Hands roamed. Willow's hands in his hair. Dean's hands all over.

Dean’s hands were driving her crazy. She had to touch more! Her hands flew under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. A small mountain of clothing was piling at their feet. His jacket, her jacket… She could feel the heat between her thighs as he began to unbutton her blouse. He unclasped her black lacy bra.

"God you’re beautiful,” he whispered. Leaning down, he captured a pink nipple between his lips.

Willow moaned in appreciation. No one had ever worshiped her like this. She needed to feel more. Feeling bold, she began to unbutton his shirt. She threw the offending garment as far from him as possible.

Dean was kissing her neck, one hand palming her breast, the other lightly pinching her nipple. Her hands were rubbing, touching, and kneading his well-toned back. He shivered, feeling tingles run to his groin from Willow's small hands.

Leaning Willow further into the wall, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist. The kisses becoming more urgent as Dean pushed them towards the bed. He gently laid Willow down on her back. He kissed her neck, her breasts, and her belly button. When he reached the button of her jeans, he looked up at her flushed face and knew that he would do anything to give this woman pleasure. He unbuttoned the jeans and slowly slid them off. Her black lacy panties were wet with anticipation. He moved his tongue along her inner thigh and kissed her through her panties. He saw Willow shiver and clench the
sheets.

"You like that?” Dean said with his head still between her thighs.

He pulled her panties off and threw them aside. As he kissed her, he unzipped his jeans and pushed the jeans and boxers off. Willow stared in shock and took a deep breath. He was big…. Very big. She was nervous. The only man she had been with was Oz, and that was many years before. “Relax.”

Willow slowly reached for him, and began to stroke him. Breathlessly he moaned, “I need to be inside you.”

He moved himself between her thighs and inch-by-inch he pushed himself into her tight wet passage. He went slowly. It took everything he had to not start pounding into her. He could tell she had not been with someone for a long time. Willow leaned her head backward and moaned. His hands were squeezing Willow's breasts. Her fingernails running down his back. Her sucking on his earlobe. He moved faster needing to cum. He moved his hand and barely touching her clit she came with a scream. Her tight inner walls grasping his shaft and he shot himself into her.

He laid atop Willow carefully, not wanting to crush her. They were both breathing heavily. He rolled off Willow and onto his back. Dean looked at Willow and saw that she was smiling. She looked at him and said, "That was amazing."

"So I take it I was the best you ever had?" Dean said wiggling his eyebrows.

Laughing, she leaned her head onto his chest listened to his heartbeat. Dean’s arm went around her shoulder rubbing her arm. Both were comfortable with just the silence.

Dean didn’t want to leave her. He had just found her. He knew that he was in love with her, but he also new they could not be together, until the demon that had terrorized his family, was dead. He knew that if she was with him, he wouldn’t be able to fight the demon, he would be too busy protecting her, and he would never forgive himself if something happened to her. She would be safer with her friends at watcher headquarters. He sighed and saw that she was already a sleep. He smiled. She was beautiful. He closed his eyes and fell asleep
thinking about his Willow.


THE NEXT MORNING

Willow did not want to get up. She looked at the window and saw it was daylight. She looked over at Dean and smiled. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, but she knew otherwise. She thought about the amazing night they had and she knew she couldn’t go back to headquarters. She was going to tell Dean that she loved him. She could help him and Sam track down the demon. She saw that Dean was waking up.

"Hey sleepy head," she said with a smile.

"Hey." Dean said leaning towards her for a kiss. "What time is it?" He asked her. He saw Willow turn around to look at the clock on the bedside table.

"11:00am." Willow said with a smile.
She hadn’t slept this late in a long time. She cuddled up to Dean to get closer. He sighed.

"What wrong?" She asked him.

"Sammy probably worried about me. I'm never this late. I'm just to tired to get up." He said with a smile. He pulled the sheets off and stood to gather his clothes. Willow did the same.

"You feel like having lunch with Sammy and me?" Dean asked not ready to let her go just yet.

"Sure. I would love to." Willow told him with a big smile on her face.

She really wanted to meet Sammy…. They headed out the door