Chills ran down my spine. I couldn't quite place it. Usually that meant something bad, but I felt oddly calm this time. Safe.
My eyes fluttered open. I'd been dreaming. The tingle ran down my spine again, though. After my eyes adjusted to the dim room, I remembered where I was. I was laying on my stomach, arms folded under a pillow, in bed. Sams bed. The blankets were at my waist. Slowly I lifted and turned my head. Sam was next to me on his elbow, watching his fingers tracing my spine.
"Hi," I whispered.
He smiled. "Hey," but his eyes never left my back. I moved onto my elbows and watched his face. His fingers traced up between my shoulders. He pushed my hair aside, exposing my anti-possession tattoo. Before I registered it, his lips pressed to my skin. His lips, tongue and fingers were magic.
My head dropped forward. His large hands covered my sides and he moved to straddle my legs. His mouth continued down my spine. When he reached the small of my back I squirmed. "Sam, you're killing me." I whispered.
"Good." He laughed against my skin. Bastard. Slowly, he pulled my panties over my ass, trailing his lips behind. The bed shifted as he stood.
I rolled to my side as he pulled them completely off. Sitting up on the side of the bed, I reached for him. His kiss was searing. Needing to feel more of him, I pulled him on top as I laid back across the bed. My hands roamed his back as he pressed his body onto mine. I felt his excitement on my pelvis. His skin was so warm.
Leaving my lips, I felt his quickly make their way down my chest, between my breasts, down my stomach and stopping at my hips. I lifted up on my elbows and watched as he lowered himself to his knees beside the bed.
My eyes widened as I felt his hands slide up the outside of my hips. His eyes met mine and I opened my legs. He tugged my body to the edge of the bed. Softly, he kissed my inner thighs, moving closer to me.
My head dropped back, and a soft moan left my lips as his mouth covered me. Sam's mouth was torture and pleasure at the same time. His tongue darted in and out, licking and sucking. My arms gave out and I collapsed to the bed as Sam brought me to my second orgasm of the day.
He stood, and leaned over me, his hands either side of my head. He grinned at me. "Damn you, Winchester." I smirked back, pulling him in for a kiss. He stood, pulled me up with him.
"I need food." He said against my lips.
