Dean was a force of nature, I thought, as our lips met. It was as if the universe had conspired to create the perfect being; someone who could make time stand still with just a single touch. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the friction between us growing more intense with each passing second. The room seemed to spin around us, the air thick with desire and the heady scent of sex.
As our lips parted, Dean leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I want you, I want to be inside of you" he whispered huskily, his fingers digging into my hips. "But only if you want this too." His words sent a shiver down my spine. "I want to feel you around my cock, Castiel. I want to make you feel good."
My heart raced as his words sank in. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted this. "Then do it," I managed to croak. "Please."
Dean's hand slid between us, parting my thighs, and before I knew it, he was there, his cock pressed against my entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and then with a gentle push, he entered me. I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled by him, of feeling so wanted and desired.
As he began to move, his body pressing against mine, his lips trailing soft kisses down my neck and across my chest, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation. His cock felt so good inside me, stretching me in ways I hadn't even imagined. I could feel the heat between us, the connection that bound us together as one.
With every thrust, every movement, he made sure to check in with me, to make sure I was alright, that I was enjoying this as much as he was. I could feel the tension building inside of me, the pleasure rising up, threatening to overwhelm me. "Dean," I gasped, "I'm close."
He smiled down at me, his eyes burning with desire. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his fingers digging into my hips. "Let go." And with those words, I felt myself spiral out of control, consumed by the most intense, exquisite pleasure I had ever known. My body arched upward, meeting his, and as I cried out his name, my world exploded in a shower of sparks and light.
Dean followed me over the edge, his hips thrusting harder against me as he came, his cock buried deep inside. He let out a low growl, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. When he finally collapsed on top of me, I could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of his chest against mine. He was still inside me, our bodies joined together in a way that felt so right, so perfect.
I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, tracing circles on his back. "That was... wow," I managed to say, still catching my breath. "That was amazing."
"Lets go again." Dean said, his breath still ragged as he began to move again, his hips sliding against my own. I couldn't help but moan as he filled me once more, the feeling of him inside me so incredibly good. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he thrust deeper and harder. The bed beneath us creaked in protest, but I was too lost in the sensation to care.
As our bodies moved together, I felt the familiar tension building inside of me again, and with every thrust of his hips, it grew stronger. I arched my back, meeting his movements, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to hold on to this feeling, to keep it from slipping away. "Dean," I gasped, my voice tight with desire. "I need... I need..."
He glanced down at me, his eyes hooded and dark. "You need what?" he asked, his voice rough with need. "Tell me, Castiel."
I shook my head, unable to find the words. I could only point to my chest, feeling the heat between us growing stronger, more intense with every passing second. He understood, and with a low growl, he sped up, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythm that was almost painful it was so good.
As the pleasure built inside me, I cried out his name, my body tensing and shuddering as I came, my nails digging into his shoulders as I arched my back off the bed. "Oh God, Dean..." I gasped, my head spinning from the overwhelming sensation.
