She felt his hips quiver and a smile formed around his length. She had him, she knew she did and when he said her name, quietly, but her name all the same, she knew there was no doubt at all. Slowly, she pulled back, her lips lingering on the moist tip and looked down at him, head tilted to the side slightly in curiosity. "Come on. I know you want to lose it to me, Dean. I can feel it," she purred. She knew what she was about to do next was purely evil, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to feel him, even just a bit, inside her.
Sitting up straight, she spread her legs and pressed the tip, lightly at first and then harder, against the soft, wet folds. Katherine was already wet, slick, from earlier and knew if she wasn't careful, the pressure of him against her clit would be enough to set her off. Instead, she pulled back, reluctantly, and looked down at him curiously. "So, what will it be? My mouth?" She engulfed him again, sucking away herself and him from the skin before creeping back up the edge and releasing him. "Or in me?" Again, she pressed him between her thighs, through the open and allowed the sensation of her to get all over him before she let him go.