Those pleas for more were music to his ears. As was the pulling of his hair. He began to thrust his fingers in harder, faster, pads of each stroking over that found patch of flesh. He wanted her to come, needed her to.
Dean could feel her tensing up, but he didn't let up. His lips locked around that little bundle of nerves and began sucking on it. Fluttering his tongue over the flesh in a way that was tried and true and never failed to get a scream or two.