[He paused when he stepped in the door, just watching her playing with herself just like she said she would be. God, she had to be going crazy if she'd been doing this since his last text... And the thought sent a thrill right through him.]

[He threw down his bag in the nearest chair, making quick work of his own shirt, getting his jeans as he moved to settle between her legs on the couch, lean in for a rough kiss. And normally, he might not be as bold, but his hand shamelessly moved between her, fingertips bumping against the toy on the way down to slip into her. He groaned against her lips at how easy his fingers went in, how slick she was. He curled his fingers inside of her, massaging her inner walls.] God, Dean, you're so wet...