The retort on her lips dies with that thrust to be replaced by a low moan. There was nothing small about Sam Winchester and she nearly regret the fact she wouldn't get to enjoy the ache for long once her Slayer healing kicked in. Her fingers slid into his hair and she gripped tight, pulling his face back so she could watch when she tightened down around him, using every one of those muscles under her trained control.

"You sure you can?"