He realized there was a lot he'd do to coax his name from her lips like that. Every time she said it, it brought with it a physical sensation of warmth from the chest downward. "Yes," he gasped, a little startled to hear himself say it aloud.

As she pushed forward, he worked his fingers deeper, his wrist strong and allowing him full control of his position. His breath hissed through his teeth. She felt tight and wet around the two fingers. He wondered how she'd taste, how she'd feel atop him.

Before he knew it he was moaning again. His shoulder muscle shifted beneath his skin as he pressed into the slow kiss. He didn't care if it meant he'd have a mark. It would be something to look at over the next few days and remember this by.