“Bela…” Sitting up, he lowers the other strap from her shoulder. “But I think I know what you like,” he tells her. Indian Sex He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest control from her, but she takes his wrists and forces them into the pillow over his head. So dark. She takes. She gasps as his lips attack her newly bared nipple. There’s a knock at the door. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her hair tumbles over her shoulder in a silky curtain. He tucks her hair back, his tongue flickering along the shell before suckling at her lobe. Eyes.”
And she does. “Sam,” she whimpers pleadingly. “You were making some serious yummy noises.”
Sam frowns and growls, “Dean…”
“Bela? He kisses her, searching her lips and mouth with his tongue. He’s far stronger than she is. He laps up a few tiny beads from her forehead. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. How out of control she makes him.
