Dean shuddered, laying his head between hands now fisted in the blankets. He was already hard again, shaking with the need to thrust down against the sheets. He needed her to stop, he needed her to give him more, but Dean hadn't yet figured out how to ask for it.
It was maddening, each flash of pleasure heady and impossible to think through, so Dean just stopped trying, slowly letting each hot, wet swipe of tongue reform him into a quivering bundle of need.
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Date: 2009-10-07 01:53 am (UTC)It was maddening, each flash of pleasure heady and impossible to think through, so Dean just stopped trying, slowly letting each hot, wet swipe of tongue reform him into a quivering bundle of need.