She wanted to draw that pouty lower lip between her teeth and bite it, but as his mouth was soon busy again she had to settle for pressing her teeth against her own lip. Her eyes fluttered closed when he went from teasing her nipples to working them in earnest, and her moans joined his in the otherwise silent room.

She felt the pressure against her leg, the first bit of stickiness coating her skin, and shifted her leg to rub against him, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.

“A little,” she replied, the scratchy quality of her voice betraying the words. “But not quite. Try again.”