She could feel his muscles stretched to the limit beneath her mouth and pressed her teeth against him until he trembled. He slacked off his hold on her just slightly, enough that she could move against him, her hips falling into the same rhythm as his. The fingers inside her never let up, even as her breathing became more erratic, though it was the feel of him pressing against her that really had her moaning. She could feel how hard he was even though all their clothes, and he rubbed against her just right; he was making it more difficult by the moment to focus on what she was doing to him in return.

His voice rumbled through her, low and sexy, and her rhythm faltered for just a second. She could feel herself soaking his hand, how slick his fingers were moving inside of her, and she sucked at his neck again, drawing a fresh patch of skin between her teeth. “More...” she murmured against him before she bit down, harder than before.