Roxanne leaves her black lace panties behind her as she leads him to the bedroom. Finally he gets his first look at that perky little ass. He thinks he might want to take a bite. Just a small one. He thinks he could bounce a nickel off that ass, but this brings up memories of being trapped in a basement far away and long ago with a dark-haired beauty he should have killed but instead watched die. He shakes off the thought of that other face, and focuses on the sight of the huge bed in front of him.
She crawls to the center of the king size mattress on her hands and knees, and Dean hurries to catch her before she rolls over. Grabbing her around her waist, he pulls her back toward where he is standing at the end of the bed. And bites her left cheek. Just a little. Very satisfying. She lets out a little yelp, the first time she's been outwardly playful in this encounter. Dean is not interested in playful right now, not really. He smacks her ass to get her attention, then moves his hand up the center of her back, applying pressure as he slides it higher.
This is not her first go at this game. She knows exactly what to do, and he is pleased when she responds just the way he wants her to. Balancing her body, widening her arms, popping that ass right at him, she knows what comes next. And he can't wait to give it to her. Realizing he forgot to get the condom he always keeps in his wallet, Dean begins to back up off the bed. She anticipates his need once again and reaches over to her bedside table. Handing the foil-wrapped lifesaver back to him, she turns her head slightly and smirks. He rewards her with a wink, as he hurriedly rolls it on.
At the small chuckle she allows him to hear, Dean thinks it's about damn time he regains control here. Gripping her hips tight enough to signal his intent, he smoothly pushes inside her. She inhales through her teeth as each inch finds its place. Dean makes no noise. He's just so happy to be here.
He's happy to be here, in this bed, fucking this girl. He's happy to be away from Sam, away from another motel room that is just like every single other motel room, no matter the small changes from place to place. He's happy to be out of that smoke-filled, sweat-smelling bar, trying to hook up with any random chick who was halfway pretty and all the way willing. He's happy to be outside his head, far from the thoughts that only still when he is deep inside a woman, free from the memories of women who have come and gone, who think of him no more.
He's happy to have gained indifference in the face of all that threatens to make him feel the emotions from which he runs.
He thinks these things so briefly, it's as though they were never thought. And he pushes Roxanne toward her second orgasm of the night. It won't be her last.