Date: 2009-10-06 03:17 am (UTC)
Dean was panting now, wide and unfocused eyes stinging with the sweat dripping down his brow. He strung his fingers through her hair, tight like she liked it sometimes. His entire body was vibrating with the need to come, arms unable to move an inch without shaking, but he urged her down as gently as he could. "Please, baby, christ, I need more."
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