Neil worked her, teasing with lips and tongue and magic until she was unabashedly fucking herself on his fingers and his face, and didn't draw it out when he had her writhing. He wanted those screams, wanted the taste of her, wanted that sex-ravaged smile and beautiful body slack with satisfaction to start his day.

All of which he got, and then some. Humming happily as she came all over his face and fingers, he worked her through her orgasm, withdrawing his fingers only when those last flutters faded, tongued away the last of her slick--and waited until he was sitting up again to suck the taste of her off his fingers with a low sound of pleasure.

"Happy fuckin' nameday to me." he grinned, leaning his shoulder against one of her spread legs, looking absolutely pleased with himself. "So...temperature play, huh?"