beerpieandguns | [Continued] The Love Me Meme

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[Continued] The Love Me Meme

[She stepped out and took the towel from him, drying off quickly. Bed really did sound good. It had been a long -- interesting -- day. If she was lucky, tomorrow would be too!]

[She stepped out into the room to look for some clothes to wear to bed. Assuming the bossman permitted clothing in bed.]

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[He snorted, nuzzling into her neck.] You're fucking me too, Dean... [He was content with the slow, steady start, letting things build up gradually. Had all morning... all day, really to enjoy this.]

Mmmm... [God, she loved it when he paid attention to her neck. She shivered, making a soft, happy sound. Then she laughed at his answer, turning to nuzzle and murmur teasingly against his ear.] Not me. I'm just the one spreading her legs for her little brother's huge cock. You're the one doing the fucking.

[He groaned at those words, unable to resist giving a bit of a harder buck into her, nipping at her again.] God... and I love fucking you. You're so wt and tight... love all the noises you make for me.

[Dean gasped and laughed delightedly at the reaction. She absolutely loved that she could get to Sam like that just with words. She licked her lips and nipped at his earlobe.] You have no idea how much I love this... laying under you, spreading out and letting you have everything. Love the way your body moves on me, how your cock feels in me. I can't not make those sounds. Feels too good to stop.

Not going to stop. [The words left him roughly as he quickened the pace, nuzzling her, nibbling here and there as his hands grasped at her hips, hitched her closer.] No matter what... God, I couldn't stop. Feel too good, Dean.

God... oh, god, Sam... [She moaned and squirmed under him, pushing up into the thrusts. The faster pace and the way he was nipping at her skin had her steadily losing her mind.] Please...

[He turned his head to catch her in a kiss, nipping at her lips after. At the begging, he picked up the pace even more, making it harder and rougher.] Dean...

[Oh, that was what she wanted. Her back arched, pressing her up into his body. She moaned and gasped, clutching tighter to him and digging her nails into his shoulders. When she came, she cried out loud and wordless, eyes closed and head thrown back as she writhed through the feeling.]

[His own release wasn't far off, helped out by the way she writhed under him an dug her nails into his shoulders... God, he loved those scratches against his skin. He continued to thrust into her as he rode out the pleasure, pushing forward to kiss her roughly. He slowly came down, staying buried in her as he lowered himself down to rest for a moment.] Mnh...

Mmmmm... [She sighed legs still tight around Sam's waist. Determined to keep him buried deep for as long as she could. Her body was still shivering, insides still reflexively clutching as him as the last of her orgasm tapered off. Best way to wake up, ever.] Think we can abandon the alarm clock, now. Coffee maybe, too.

[He leaned down against her, groaning in contentment. She felt good pressed up against him, felt good around him still. He turned his head, kissing over her chest affectionately.] Dude, I'm finding it hard to believe I'd ever replace caffeine for you.

Mmm... okay, in total honesty, maybe not entirely replace. Just the first few cups. [She grinned, sighing happily as she felt his mouth moving over her.] Maybe more if I get more sex out of the deal.

Dude... [He gave her an amused look.] You know I need a break sometime, right? I'm not a walking, talking sex toy. Besides, we still gotta job too...

Wait, wait... let me get this straight. You're complaining about too much sex? That happens in real life? [She squinted at him in disbelief.]

[Okay, that just got him to reach down and pinch at her sides lightly.] I'm not complaining, just reminding! We can't spend all day, every day in bed, man.

[She squeaked involuntarily and squirmed, trying to get away from the pinching. That tickled!] Dude! You're thinking about this all wrong, you know.

[She squeaked. She squeaked. He couldn't help a laugh and decided to cut it out with the pinching... in favor of actual tickling.] Then enlighten me, Dean. How should I be thinking about this?

Sam! [She ~~shrieked~~ protested. Squirmed and twisted trying to push his hands away. Interesting maneuver when he was still buried inside her, laying on her, and her legs were still around him. Not exactly a lot of escape room.]

[He groaned a little--because she was wiggling and squirming against him and he couldn't... quit help the way he felt himself give an interested twitch in response. He was still buried inside of her, it was bound to happen. He quit tickling in favor of grabbing at her hands, laughing a little sheepishly.] Dude-- okay! Calm down. No more tickling!

[She panted and squinted a glare up at him. It wasn't as strong a glare as she planned for, since she'd felt that twitch and gotten a little distracted. Add in Sam holding her hands down and, well... some things distracted her easily.] Better not be. Punk.

As I was saying... you're thinking too much about all the times we can't have sex now, and not all the new times we can. Just think how less boring stakeouts will be.

Or what? [He grinned, panting a little himself, at that threat. He had her wrists caught... be hard for her to retaliate like this!]

[He leaned in, letting his lips brush hers.] Stakeouts. Are you serious?

Or I'll bite you. [She grumbled, giving her hips a slow, deliberate roll, legs still tight around him.]

[She grinned a little into his kiss.] What's wrong, Sammy? Don't think you can keep a lookout while I'm riding you?

You'll bite me? That's a pretty lame threat, Dean... [But damn, the roll of her hips made up for it. He let out a soft groan of his own, grinding back on her.] God--

[He lapped at her lower lip playfully.] You know how kinky that'd be?

What kinda threat do you want? I'm at a little bit of a disadvantage here. [Not that she minded. Her hips continued rolling in lazy circles, moaning softly when he started grinding against her. So much for needing rest!]

[Her tongue flicked out to brush against his when it moved over her lip.] More or less kinky than me going down on you while you're trying to keep watch?

Well, you could always try to switch the position... [But he kind of liked how she looked under him, rolling her hips against his. Rest could come after, when she wasn't distracting him.]

Dean... [He nipped at her lightly.] Sounds like this job is going to get a lot more interesting. [In a good way, this time.]

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