"I have my way," he murmurs, heady with the taste of her, her scent all around him, "there's gonna be a couple afters." Ducking his head, Dean sets himself to the task in earnest, and god, it's been forever since he tasted a woman. She's warm and sweet, hot when he narrows his tongue and pushes, seeking entrance.

He can't help but groan when he finds it, can't get far, not even when he grips her ass to bring her even closer, but it's still good, all tight, slick heat that he wants to slip his fingers through next, his dick. "Faye," he mutters into her skin, face a mess for the quick second he looks up at her, heel of one hand at his own groin and pressing hard. Christ, he could almost come from this, just from the sounds she makes. "C'mon, pull my hair if you wanna, I don't mind."