"So they are," she'd give him that point; she just liked teasing him about it. More importantly, hearing him make those noises, knowing she was causing that, was electrifying, spurring her moreso when he began moving under her in response to her attentions. She leaned forward specifically at that point, so that every moan, grunt, purr or keening noise of pleasure was delivered more directly into his ears.

Her arms tightened around him, thighs squeezing against his hips as she moved, originally to claim him as hers, and then with him, alternating her pace from slow, circular motions to more rough motions, his back slowly getting decorated with scratch marks the longer she moved into him with loud moans of his name; digging her nails into his skin, her lips leaving feverish kisses and bites against his jaw and neck.

Jeez, there wasn't going to be an unmarked spot on his body if she kept this up.