She could feel him, pressed against her, his arousal becoming impossible to ignore. She wanted to tease him. A smart ass comment had worked it's way to her lips, but she swallowed it down. As much as she loved the sound of her own voice sometimes, she didn't think he'd understand her making jokes at a time like this, and she certainly didn't want to put him off. A small, logical voice in the back of her mind questioned whether this was a good idea, what with him just getting over sickness and, well, being so recently human. But she told that tiny voice to shut the hell up and kissed him again. As he groaned in response to her movements, she smiled wickedly, enjoying the way the sound vibrated through her, and rolled her hips against him, hoping to elicit similar noises. Oh she'd make him groan all right. He might be fumbling through his lack of experience, albeit with relative ease, but she knew exactly what she was doing.
If he were still an angel, she might have reacted differently. She would have torn their clothes to shreds in her haste, rolled him onto his back, and ridden him until they were both screaming. But he wasn't an angel any longer. He was human, and breakable. But, more than that, he was mortal. Where before they could have spent all of eternity learning each others bodies and moving at whatever pace pleased them, now they found themselves with limited time. And still, he was choosing her. It was true that he hadn't really been human long enough to meet many...if any other women. But he hadn't even shown the slightest inclination to do so. He wanted her, and she knew she would always give him exactly what he wanted.
When his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, she gasped, her body arching into him. Her reaction was a bit unexpected. She liked to think she had more self control, particularly when it came to sex and all that it entailed. But this was Castiel, and he was touching her, and that was entirely different from any touch she'd ever experienced in thousands of years of existence. She almost ripped the damn bra off, right then and there, but held herself steady through an amazing display of willpower.
She knew what came next. She knew what he was about to do and, considering her reaction to one light touch, she wasn't sure what to expect. She broke their kiss, but held him close, her hands still in his hair and her forehead pressed against his. She wanted to see his face. Breathing heavily, she watched him and waited for him to undress her as she knew he would.