"Thought I was comin' in here all business," Dean grunts before losing his voice to a groan, her teeth sharp and unexpected against his skin. He's half tangled up in machete straps and extra casings, slid from his shoulders and wrapped round his elbows, but Dean shrugs them violently off, the smallest bite of her teeth enough to having him moving rough and reckless. Surging forward, he grabs her up, hands beneath her ass and lifting until her long legs are wrapped around his waist.
"We're really doin' this," he murmurs, half to himself, and then he's lost to the soft warmth of her breasts, stubble scraping over delicate skin before he tempers himself, sets his lips to the spot and soothes with his tongue. It's been forever since he had his face between a woman's breasts, and he feels as eager as a child, but he only means to be half as clumsy.
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Date: 2011-08-13 04:32 am (UTC)"We're really doin' this," he murmurs, half to himself, and then he's lost to the soft warmth of her breasts, stubble scraping over delicate skin before he tempers himself, sets his lips to the spot and soothes with his tongue. It's been forever since he had his face between a woman's breasts, and he feels as eager as a child, but he only means to be half as clumsy.