[he rubbed his fingers against her more firmly when she tightened her legs around him like that - didn't look like he was going to get that hand back, so he might as well get a little bolder anyway. Slowly, he pushed the damp fabric to the side to be able to touch her properly. Slowly, he eased his fingers inside of her, curling them slowly, breath hitching just at how she felt, how wet she was because of him] Not far now.

[Her hand rubbing him again earned a soft, encouraging moan.] Don't think that'll be a problem, Dean, honestly.