Tears burned my eyes as he touched my face.
The kiss was scorching yet it sent an icy sensation down my chest.
My knees buckled.
My legs struggled to hold my weight.
Cas held me steady.
"I've got you, Dean." He said.
His touch; too gentle,
Too assuring.
Always knowing when to be kind…than brutal.
My moans were deep and honest sending ripples from my stomach to my throat.
"Cas!"
His tongue was soft and strong.
The anxiety settled as his grace engulfed me.
Lost in this warmth I began to let go of my mind, body and soul.
