She moaned louder and louder as he moved upwards, grinding her hips towards him as he nipped and kissed her inner thigh. “Sorry, babe,” Dean called, still astonished at how okay he was with this. She had her hand wrapped firmly around him and was kneading gently as she worked her tongue lower and lower towards the base. Having had a later start, Dean was still hard and the intensity of both her orgasms and Sam’s had turned him on unlike ever before. “He’s sleeping like a baby,” she whispered with a sly smile as she lowered her head into his lap, tugging at his jeans. “We still gotta get to Phoenix.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean agreed, straightening up and pulling slowly out of her. “Just give me a minute to work her open, Sam,” Dean warned with a chuckle, scissoring his buried fingers. He ran his fingertip teasingly under the edge of the thong, stopping when he reached the intense, wet heat between her legs.
