Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

There's a reward for valor

"Didn't you say you'll kiss me as long as I want?" He whispered, pulling his sweetheart to him.

"I think I remember vaguely."

Smiling, she made slow circles with the thumb on his hand, which lay against her cheek. He definitely deserved a reward after mastering his first enema with flying colors.

"And didn't you say that I get a reward?" His eyebrows wriggled with a broad grin.

With a deft twist, both stood in front of the bed, where Sam felt the edge in her knee.

"I think that's what I said," she nodded, leaning forward for a soft kiss.

She had seen him almost naked all day, which had to be changed. Gabriel had to control himself, not just rip off her blouse, throw her on the bed and take what his body craved. He was glad he hadn't.

Gabe licked his lips, took a step back, and looked only at his beautiful, now naked fiancée. Then he put his hands on the back of her neck, squeezing softly with his fingertips and breathing with closed eyes over her face, pulling her closer, letting her feel how aroused he was.

Forgotten were the past hours, the pain, and the shame he had. He felt two pounds lighter and was as clean and empty as he probably never was. He took her hand, kissed the knuckles, and looked deep into her eyes before they landed laughing on the soft bed.

Gabriel didn't have to tell her what he wanted; she knew exactly. Determined to give him what was sure to make him shudder for days, she gently forced him to roll onto his stomach. Before he was denied seeing his fiancée, he could see a twinkle in her eyes that radiated a sense of complacency and superiority. He loved that. Gabe wiggled until he found a comfortable position, slowly relaxed, and took a deep breath; he expected her divine hands to massage his back or shoulders. Instead, warm fingers pressed into the furrow of his back and continued to move down.

It was just enough pressure to make him feel every fingertip, but not enough to hurt him. Gabriel moved towards her and let himself sink once more with a deep moan. The mattress was firm under him, and the pressure against his half-hard cock felt amazing.

A shudder when he heard Samantha behind him and then felt hands on his thighs, which practically rolled him forward. It took a moment to find out what she wanted.

He moved and tried to support himself on all fours. But suddenly, a hand on his back and a deep, wicked, sexy voice spoke softly.

"Only your ass, Gabe."

Fuck!

There was so much lust in those words that drove straight into his cock., He didn't have to look down to know it was dripping. These hands squeezed, kneaded, and rubbed his buttcheeks, and Gabriel was glad that Samantha didn't see his shaky, stupid grin.

If it still was damned embarrassing and humiliating a few hours ago, he could now drop entirely, and with a loud moan, his head pressed itself into the pillow, which was clasped by trembling fingers.

When Samantha saw this round, sexy butt begging for attention, she had to think about where to start, but they had all the time in the world.

The thoughts were as slow as a snail, and he'd rather ... if he ...

When a curious finger slipping so damn slowly up and down in his crack was felt, he wanted nothing more than to feel it inside him. Breathless, he pressed his face deeper into the pillow and swallowed his moan as his hole was circled.

She could never get enough of these soft Oh's and Ah's and how his butt tensed and relaxed over and over.

To be honest, Gabriel was a bit overwhelmed with what he felt. He'd rubbed his thing against various things and had been sucked and licked; had many different things in his butt –– was fucked and kissed ...