Maker, that felt good. She wrapped her arms around him, a hand slipping into the back of his hair as his lips traveled downward. Her breath came in quiet, short, as he began to rock against her. She responded in kind, not so careful or coy any longer, the lack of clothing between them only adding to the friction. It was so very satisfying to let go, little by little.

One particular roll of his hips left her unguarded and she exhaled hotly against his shoulder, smiling. "Yes, like that," she whispered, kissing him at the joint between shoulder and throat, her fingers tightening briefly in his hair. Her teeth grazed across his skin.