Castiel/Meg *Motelroom/Learning patience?*

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Meg was still squirming when Castiel got on his feet. Hearing her name from his lips gave her goosebumps all over and she still was panting, pleadingly looking up at him. “Look, what you’ve done”, she managed to breath out, her cheeks were flushed, her body trembling, heart and breath were fighting a race that none could win. Meg smiled back at him, enfolded his face with her hands, kissing him back. Her body arched towards his hands wherever she touched her. His groan made her bite his lower lip and she led one hand downward to caress his hardness, before she let it to her hot opening, all the while looking into his sky-blue eyes.

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