A/N

Hey guys these last 2 chapters will be longer. Please be warned from here on out there will be explicit sexual content. I do not completely own this sex scene it was taken from one of my favorite authors Christine Feehan series altered to suite my characters. Read if you dare. Enjoy and thank you all so much for reading.

Feeling a little confident Cas leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from hers, then he closed his eyes covering the distance between them capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Eleanor was taken aback for a second but soon melted into the kiss. Her hands traveled up his chest, her fingers curling in his hair at the nape of his neck gripping it tight and pulling him closer to her deepening the kiss.

His tongue gained entrance to the warm cavern of her mouth and dueling with hers sending searing flames through his bloodstream, igniting some explosive chemistry between them.

Feeling bold enough to take the next step, Cas put his hand under the hem of her dress sliding them up her thighs, his fingers tugging at the waistband of her underwear. She reluctantly pulled back from the kiss to look into his beautiful eyes.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes!" He whispered breathlessly.

She pulled him towards the door and he picked her up bridal style, running them upstairs to his room, unable to stand the hunger any longer.

He set her down and crushed his lips to hers once more pouring everything he felt into the kiss, the hunger and desire he felt for her.

She pulled away only to lift her dress over her head letting it fall to the floor at her feet, her underwear and bra soon followed.

His breath caught in his throat. Her body was beautiful. She might be petite, but she was a woman and her body proclaimed her as such.

Eleanor kissed him gently and began undoing the buttons on his shirt then slided it off his shoulders dropping it onto the floor next to her dress and doing the same with his jeans and boxers. She led him over to the bed sitting him down, admiring the sight of his fully erect member, thinking about all the things she wanted to do to him.

One hand pushed at his chest to insist he lie back. He did so and she stretched out, lapping at his stomach and then his groin, licking the broad, flared head of his cock until he thought he might lose his mind.

Every lash of her tongue felt like a whip of lightning wrapping around his desperate, aching cock.

Castiel ran his hand down her back to her buttocks he rubbed and kneaded with his fingers which seemed to inflame her more. Her mouth engulfed him.

He threw back his head and let the feeling take him. Euphoria. Nirvana. Her mouth was a tight, hot, wet fist, attempting to suck him dry. He gathered the curly swath of hair away from her face, so he could watch her devour him.

Her lips were stretched wide and it was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen-and he'd watched many such performances between the pizza man and the babysitter, many supposedly more erotic, but not to him. He could get off just looking at the sight of her with her lips stretched so wide and his cock in her mouth. Streaks of fire raced through his bloodstream.

One hand played with his balls, stroking the heavy sac, cupping and gently squeezing while her tongue danced and lashed, and then her mouth tightened and she tried to swallow him down.

That familiar feeling he got that first time he relieved himself began to wash over him even more intense this time.

He felt his seed, hot and wild, raging, scorching, as his balls drew up, tightened almost to the point of pain. His cock swelled. Thickened. Jerked once in warning. Then he was feeding her everything he had. So much. Blasting into her mouth, down her throat. Filling her. All the while he watched her through hooded eyes, his fist in her hair, holding her over him while she swallowed his very essence.

He lifted her head off his cock, the feel of her lips sliding over the sensitive organ nearly setting him off again. It was enough to set his cock on fire. She licked up and down his shaft, teasing at the base with the tip of her tongue and then sliding it around the crown. He thought he might lose his mind. She took every last remaining drop from him before turning her head to look at him.

"Stand up. Put your hands on my shoulders." Cas said suddenly gaining a surge of confidence.

Eleanor got to her feet in one very graceful move worthy of a ballerina.

Very slowly, almost as if she was a little afraid, she rested her hands on his shoulders. He slid his hands to the inside of her thighs and urged her closer until she was standing over him, straddling him, her legs wide.

Very gently he slid his hand up her left leg. Shaping her calf. Caressing behind her knees with the pads of his fingers. His tongue stroked little caresses over her right leg following his hand movements on the left. No matter how hard her fingers dug into his shoulders, and at one point she grabbed a fistful of hair and nearly shook his head off, he kept his movements slow. Wanting to please her in the best ways he could. He blew warm air between her legs while she squirmed and made delicious little sounds that threatened to drive him mad. His palm caressed her left thigh and he did the same with his tongue on her right. Feeling her skin. Tasting her. She was more than exquisite. He didn't deviate or go faster. He wasn't about to shortchange her-or either of them. He wanted this slow, burning exploration as much as she did. Maybe more.

In the months gone past, Castiel had time to study every aspect of what a man and woman could do together to pleasure each other. Which consisted of watching porn and reading Kamasutra and every book on sexual activity he could get his hands on. He'd studied the erotic arts with the same diligence to detail that he'd studied humanity and their technology.

He wanted to be the best possible lover when the time came. And that time was now, with his Eleanor.

He kissed his way up her inner left thigh and then kissed his way down on the right. Her breath hissed out. Her skin was cool to the touch but warming, growing hot under his mouth and fingers. When he finally reached her hot little spot, she was nearly crying, trying desperately to push her body onto his mouth, seeking relief. He worked her clit gently at first, lapping and flicking with his tongue. Her taste, nothing like he ever tasted before. He used a flattened tongue to stroke and slap, bringing all the nerve endings to life. Only when she was pleading did he add one finger, sliding it back and forth, collecting the liquid there and then pushing deep. She was tight. Tighter than he had thought possible. Her breath caught audibly when he invaded but she pushed back, impaling herself, seeking more.

"I'm so close Castiel. You have to keep going. Don't stop." Eleanor pleaded.

He took his finger and mouth away, running his face up the inside of her thigh, using the bristles on his jaw to stimulate her further.

He repeated everything he'd done before, one slow step at a time. His hands were gentle, but his tongue was wicked, drawing circles, lapping at her. He suckled, gently and then strongly. He varied what he did and then added his fingers again. This time he flicked and tapped her clit, until he drove her so close to the edge she was pleading with him. Bargaining. He pushed a finger into her, once more stretching her. "That burns," she hissed. "But in a good way. Please don't stop." He added a second finger to help prepare her for him, all the while using his tongue to keep the pleasure to the forefront. Stretching her to accommodate his size was necessary, but if he could keep from hurting her, he would. He felt the change in her body. The coiling tension. She was so close. He lifted his head, pulling back from her.

"What are you doing Cas? Don't stop. You can't stop."

He used his fingers to flick her clit and rub across her entrance and then lick his fingers. She tasted good, so good her taste was addictive.

"I need more. I need you inside me Castiel."

Her ragged breathing made her demand more of a plea. She looked up at him a little desperately.

He pressed his finger deep once more. Curled it into her and stroked while his thumb manipulated her hard little clit.

She began riding his fingers, her hands once more on his shoulders.