His body shook with the strain of holding back. His hand quivered on the back of her head, as his head rocked backward against the pillows. It was clear that he was holding his breath with every gasped draw of it.
It felt so good, her lips so warm, her mouth so wet... and there was something else he couldn't quite name. Dean could almost swear this was heaven. One thing he couldn't hold back was the slight bucking of his hips, when her nose met his pelvis.