Dean hums, his lips parting in a smile before he nips at her, fingers hooked in the waistband to peel her panties down. He goes slow, gives her time to protest, even after everything that's come before, but there's something almost shy in her voice, in the way she tries not to speak.
"I like the way you say my name," he says as he pulls her leg gently over his shoulder. They're words he's spoken before, usually with a cocky quirk of his brow, but this time he really means it. The words aren't a boast, they're an invitation. He wants her to enjoy this, to let go, be loud, god, he wants to hear it.
Ducking his head, he kisses up the delicate skin of her inner thigh, but this time he doesn't stop, and when he reaches the sweet, hot core of her, Dean's tongue flicks out, every part of him eager to taste her.
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Date: 2011-08-23 03:43 am (UTC)"I like the way you say my name," he says as he pulls her leg gently over his shoulder. They're words he's spoken before, usually with a cocky quirk of his brow, but this time he really means it. The words aren't a boast, they're an invitation. He wants her to enjoy this, to let go, be loud, god, he wants to hear it.
Ducking his head, he kisses up the delicate skin of her inner thigh, but this time he doesn't stop, and when he reaches the sweet, hot core of her, Dean's tongue flicks out, every part of him eager to taste her.