Dean's free arm slipped around her waist, fingers fanning at her lower back. He sucked in a sharp breath when her hand rubbed over him. He grinned against her lips at the feel of her moist panties. He let two fingers press against her, over the fabric. God she felt so... Even with the barrier between his fingers and her skin. Without second thought he tugged her panties to one side, exposing her pink skin. He ran his fingers over her again. A low groan rumbling in his chest, just before he slipped one finger inside her.
"God, I just wanna fuck that smile right off your face. I want those lips parted, screaming. Right now." He was that gone, he didn't care how dirty his words were. Raising his hips up slightly so that he could slide his jeans down, with one hand, glad he hadn't bothered with boxers when he woke up.
Once he was free, the finger that was still inside her wiggled. "Or I want you to sit on my face. I haven't quite decided yet."