His actions made her moan low in her throat and her pelvis pressed tightly against his, the heat of her and hardness of him melding together. Gigi undulated her hips against him, almost as if she were trying to fuck him through their clothes.
"You're not so bad yourself, Winchester." Her back arched as his more than competent hands slid over her breasts. As he pinched her nipple, she gasped audibly. Her body shuddered in pleasure, and she decided she was too impatient to continue on in the same fashion. With a wave of her hand, all of their clothing vanished and she smiled widely.
Sam's cock was pressed tightly against her pussy, and she slid her body closer to him, spreading her legs wider so that her knees were pressing down into the couch cushions. One tiny move, and he could be inside her. She wound her hands into his hair and tugged back sharply, angling his face toward hers. Her tongue slid out to trace his lips as her mouth bore down on his, her teeth nipping insistently at his tongue.