Dean hadn't anticipated going quite so far in her first visit, but he had no reason to deny her if she really wanted to. He couldn't even recall the last time (if ever?) he'd dallied with someone quite so inexperienced, at least in this respect, but he would maintain that he would rather it be him than someone else. Plus he liked Hanna and all of her quirks.

"Let's head upstairs, more comfortable," better angles, more space. "You'll have to wear fewer layers next time," he chuckled as he stood, adjusting his trousers a little in the front, hopefully inconspicuously, while he held out the other hand to help her up. Dean was good with his hand after all and corsets really were a bit of a nuisance. It had been a while since he'd taken someone new upstairs, most often he was out of the house for his shenanigans these days; only a select few were allowed into his space. Apparently Hanna made the cut.

In an effort to distract her, so neither one of them could get in their own heads in the meantime, Dean pulled her in and kissed her slowly, backing toward the bed as he did. He worried briefly that this was a slippery slope, but he had good control of himself even if it might come back to bite him in the ass later. He lowered them to the bed easily enough, getting comfortable himself, letting the hand he wasn't leaning on start to wander back under her skirts. Pushing the fabric out of the way, Dean would forever be grateful for the ease of access in women's underthings.

He broke away, lips moving down her jaw and to her neck as he let his hand trail up slowly, trying to ease her back into the heat from a few minutes ago and giving her time to adjust her expectations. Waiting a beat he slid up even further, both slightly amused and more than a little aroused, to find she was already primed for the occasion. Still, he continued to be slow and gentle, moving his fingers at an easy, unhurried pace to allow her to catch up to the sensations.