77. Patient

Ripley’s pov

God, had I missed Cas. I had missed this feeling.

I let go of everything, only focusing on his mouth, which was masterfully licking and sucking on my core.

Soon I felt my orgasm start to build; my body tensed and then began to tremble as I came undone. But the strangest thing happened when I did. It wasn’t like a dam broke, and as soon as the euphoric feeling of my orgasm passed, tears started to flow, and I began to sob uncontrollably.

Cas immediately pulled me off him and hugged me close. I tried to scold for using his arms and stomach to lift me off him, but I couldn’t talk. All I could do was cry.

“Fuck, Ley. Tell me, what did I do wrong?” Cas asked, concerned, and I shook my head as I sobbed against his chest.

This was what Oprah called ugly crying. There was snot, tears, damn hiccups, and whimpers. I had not cried like this in a very long time.

Cas held me, touching my back with his large hand up and down, while he gave me kisses on top of my head. When I finally cal