Her body greedily sucks him in, squeezing as he rocks into her. He steadies her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist and driving deeper, causing them both to moan.
He doesn't release her hands. He couldn't handle the added sensation of her touch. This is new. Different. And, as he watches the way she grips the bonds for leverage, he knows he's not the only one enjoying it.
Flexing his abs and changing the angle again, his fingers dig into her hips. He scrapes his lightly stubbled jaw against hers and breath catches in both of their throats.
They tumble into the abyss together, their bodies jerking together in a tangled mess as Dean tugs Jo free to feel the dig of her nails on his shoulders as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
Kissing her shoulder, he crumbles, "Jo. God, Jo..."
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Dean startles awake to the feel of Jo's soft mouth teasing across his lower abdomen. He licks his lips at the delicious sensations she creates and moves to run his fingers through her hair only to find himself tethered to the headboard with the silk ties he'd used on her earlier in the evening.
Her tongue testing his nipple before circling his tattoo, she hovers over him. Mischief coloring her smile and eyes sparkling, she asks, "You want me to stop, Deano?"
And miss this moment? Hell no. He shakes his head.
Delicate fingers wrap around his shaft and she tugs gently, earning a moan. She pumps him slowly and deliberately before straddling his hips and sinking onto him.
He watches her ride him, the gentle sway of her breasts mesmerizing in the pale moonlight streaming through the bedroom window. He relishes seeing her take control and letting her set the pace. It's not often he gives in and gives himself over this way. It's special. Different.
Leaning down, Jo snares Dean's mouth with her own. The change in angle - the added stimulation to the bundle of nerves nestled between her thighs - makes her shiver. "Dean..." she keens.
"Mmm," he hums encouragingly. "That's it, baby," he tells her. "Take what you need."
She whimpers, her hands on his shoulders as she quickens her pace. The pattern of her undulating hips is slightly erratic and he leans up to catch her mouth. The clench of her body around his makes him yank until he slips one of his wrists free.
Shifting her beneath him, he makes her scream his name as he strokes mercilessly into her. Over and over. Hard and fast.
"Dean... Oh, God..."
They collapse together. Hearts pounding and breathing labored. For a change, he doesn't move when she snuggles close. Instead, he draws her thigh across his and tucks the sheet around them both.
"That was..." she starts.
He smirks, more than satisfied and wondering how long he can keep Jo from getting out of bed. "Oh, yeah..."
Seven Minutes in Heaven may work for the teenage set, but 60+ minutes in the heaven of Jo Harvelle's body? That would never be enough..
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