It drove me nuts. The way he could please me just by connecting our bodies or even just by one kiss gave me a great sense of pleasure.
That feeling that begun to burn up in my stomach kept getting stronger and stronger until it became unbearable. Every sense of pure pleasure was stuck with me at that moment. It hurt but god did it feel good, amazing even. Like I had a little piece of heaven with me—LITERALLY.
"Harder," I hiss. He quickly gains momentum as I command him to go harder. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, just like that! God you're good!" my nails go down his chest in an attempt to make him go faster. I couldn't get the right words out to make him do so, though. My back arches as the feeling of ardor rises inside of me, making me moan out loud his name, something I know he likes.
"Is. This. Hard. Enough!?" he growls like an animal in heat, the most emotion I've gotten out of him for the night.
"Oh, yeah!" I reply, resulting in him thrusting harder and harder, the sounds of our love-making audible. He stops then, still thrusting inside of me slowly, gyrating his hips slightly as he stays buried deep inside of me. We both nibbled on each other's lips. He thrusted into me once, twice, three times before picking up speed again.
I sighed softly. It was then I noticed the nervous/pained look on his face go far more intense. "Castiel? What's, wh-what's wro-ohhh!" I grasped his arms. He seemed to growl in pain, trying to hold something back. I noticed what was wrong then. His wings were beginning to pop out of his back, where the perfect v went down to the small of his back.
His speed, his roughness, his everything went up a notch. His energy, even. He had lots of it. I found myself having multiple orgasms, something I hadn't experienced before. Finally, with a very hard jab inside of me, he came. And out came his wings. All beautiful, white, fluffed, and outstretched majestically. I felt like we were both rising off the couch. The very things that made me feel beyond guilty for doing this to him were right there, outstretched for me to see. I gasped slightly. His hold on me was getting far too hard.
Castiel pulled out and sat up, the pained look never leaving his face. His wings fluttered once and then twice before they so gently and naturally folded, retracting as his excited state vanished along with his wings.
"You didn't hurt me," I point out, surprised that he had shown me what he hated the most.
"No," he says, sounding genuinely hurt. I straddle his lap then, grabbing a hold of his cheeks so he can look at me. "I just want to be with you," he whispers before brushing the hair off my face. "I just want to be close to you," he corrects himself. He smiles, a sensible one at that, and holds my back hard, with all his strength so I don't pull away. Our lips crush against one another, making us both heat up like a flaring fire. For the first time ever, he doesn't hold anything back.
And I'm glad he doesn't.
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