[ooc: Continued from here.]Now that was something that Dean could appreciate, a woman that hated foreplay and got down to it. He broke off from their kiss to smirk and push away from her body so that he could finish undressing
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Faith shout of pleasure was drowned out in Dean's mouth, her hands feeling around for anything to grab to steady herself. There was nothing on floor to grab, so they ultimately found themselves resting on Dean's hips urging him deeper and harder into her.
It didn't take much urging at all for Dean. He might have never met Faith, but the silent communication was universal. Fingers digging into your body meant the same no matter who was doing it, so Dean easily obliged by keeping his strokes firm and deep.
He slid one hand along Faith's leg, moving it higher up his body to change the angle of his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck!" Faith gasped, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. The leg he'd lifted now resting on his shoulder. The noises she was making were both loud and heated.
Hearing the enjoyment of Faith added to his own desire, not to mention she really was bendy and strong. His groan of pleasure merged with the gasped out word.
"Fuck, that feels good." Dean dipped his head to flick his tongue over her distended nipple, teasing it tighter.
Her inner muscles clenched down around him tightly, "Damn, r-right it does."
Faith moaned as his tongue flicked over her breast, "And whatever h-happened to... a-against the wall?" she gasped out from a particularly well placed thrust, "Ah!"
Dean chuckled as he lathed her nipple. "That's next. Then the counter, the sofa and who knows maybe we'll make it to the bedroom." The words came out with each thrust of his hips.
Dean rolled his hips again, "I plan on it, darlin'." He captured her lips in a deep kiss before he continued. "I hope you don't have any plans until the mornin'." Another roll of his hips, "might have to cancel 'em." Dean winked.
"Consider 'em canceled." Faith purred. Her hands now coming up his back, nails scratching the entire way up, and the leg that wasn't resting on his shoulder moved to wrap around his waist.
She was like a playboy fantasy, a girl that wanted sex and nothing more. A girl that didn't want foreplay but got right to the good stuff. It was also something that he recognized beyond the surface. They both used sex to forget, distract and wear as a mask. All of that observation had been in the back of his mind when his mind had worked on a higher brain function.
Right now, his brain was pretty much occupied with trying to stay a step above primal wants.
"Good to know." Dean's back arched when she ran her fingernails over it. "I'm thinking we'll be able to fill the hours easily enough." His hips continued to piston but the movements varied in degrees of depths. Long, hard thrusts that allowed his hip bone to brush her clit to short and fast to just tease them both with the sensation.
She used sex to forget, to feel something, as a tool, and sex because hey, why the fuck not? Not that she thought any of those things during the act or before it. She just saw something she wanted and took it.
Faith shuddered from the repeated brushes across her clit. Her eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head. It was nice being with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing.
Dean continued to vary his strokes, getting the best angle for the maximum effect. It had been a while that he'd allowed the side of him to just let go and enjoy. He'd had to be careful in the village because unlike his life, he couldn't just pack up and go. He was stuck here with the expectations of a female if they had one.
Lucky for him, Faith didn't. They were just two people using the other to scratch an itch. A very good scratch to the itch.
Faith met this strokes, then in sudden feat of athleticism she rolled him over leaving her on top.
Straddling him, now, she continued the same pace he'd been keeping, with a sway of her hips, and then picking herself up only to slam herself back down around him. Leaning back, her hands fell to his legs for support as she repeatedly lifted her hips and let herself fall back down.
It had been disorienting for just a moment to find himself on his back and then he smirked. The scenery was just as beautiful and it allowed him free access to her body. He slid his hands up from her thighs, taking a nice long journey until he stopped at her breasts, cupping them in his palms.
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He slid one hand along Faith's leg, moving it higher up his body to change the angle of his thrusts.
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"Fuck, that feels good." Dean dipped his head to flick his tongue over her distended nipple, teasing it tighter.
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Faith moaned as his tongue flicked over her breast, "And whatever h-happened to... a-against the wall?" she gasped out from a particularly well placed thrust, "Ah!"
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Her own hips jolted upward roughly meeting his thrusts.
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Dean rolled his hips and winked at Faith. "I rise to the challenge."
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"Show me."
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Right now, his brain was pretty much occupied with trying to stay a step above primal wants.
"Good to know." Dean's back arched when she ran her fingernails over it. "I'm thinking we'll be able to fill the hours easily enough." His hips continued to piston but the movements varied in degrees of depths. Long, hard thrusts that allowed his hip bone to brush her clit to short and fast to just tease them both with the sensation.
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Faith shuddered from the repeated brushes across her clit. Her eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head. It was nice being with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing.
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Lucky for him, Faith didn't. They were just two people using the other to scratch an itch. A very good scratch to the itch.
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Straddling him, now, she continued the same pace he'd been keeping, with a sway of her hips, and then picking herself up only to slam herself back down around him. Leaning back, her hands fell to his legs for support as she repeatedly lifted her hips and let herself fall back down.
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