Jesus motherfucking Christ, Jo thought to herself as she felt his hand on her breast. Don't ever fucking stop. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder, panting at the heat she felt. "Fuck, Dean," she breathed, rocking her hips to try and get rid of some of the tension in her body. "Fuck."
Jo hadn't been with many men, that much she would admit to. But none of them had felt like this. Her walls clenched around him, holding him there in a way that her arms couldn't, and Jo would have cried at the feeling if she had been more aware. If this was what it felt like, to be so close to the edge when Dean had just entered her, then she wanted to know what would happen in other scenarios. If they would ever get that shot.
Jo cried out when he started to move. She supposed not having sex for a few months was a good thing after all, because he felt so big inside of her that it was pleasure and pain all at the same time. Jo moaned as she felt his hand on her stomach, as it increased the pleasure that she felt. "Yes," she ground out, reaching behind her to push his ass into her a bit more. She was just so close....
Blame it on her lack of men or fulfillment, but Jo didn't last very long at all. A few strokes from Dean's fingers, coupled with his cock inside of her sent her off, causing the muscles in her core to clench down tight as she came with a shout, Dean's name on her lips.