His fingers buried in her, his wrist twisting, had her arching back into him, which didn't force her to change how she was seated so she could kiss him. Nerves standing on edge, every touch dragged more sounds from her throat that she could only muffle against his lips in the vain attempt to smother herself.

The hand in her hair had her breathless and she curved a smile against his lips. She gave him back everything he gave, the hard press of his mouth mirrored by hers. She slid her tongue against his and drank in his moan, her fingers sliding into his hair. Her hips rocked into his fingers eagerly, careful not to move too fast.

She was so close, evident when his next twist had her whimpering, and she closed her teeth over his bottom lip and worried at the skin there. She swiped her tongue over the bite in apology moments later and she murmured his name quietly, desperate.