[The continued movement is wonderful, even as it occasionally tips on overwhelming, and subtle whole-body tremors flicker over her even as she lays heavy and languid in his arms. He feels so good under her, arms wrapped around her and warming her from the inside out. (She suspects that he would feel good in near any position they could think of.)

The rumble of his voice in his chest rumbles under her, and she huffs a small laugh at the teasing, lifting her head up off his shoulder to nip at his ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth.]

I am good. [Her thighs flex and she rolls her hips, letting him stir inside of her – still a little oversensitive for riding him outright so soon, but even panting and blissed out, she can't help but be a little insatiable when it comes to him.] You must be aching, holding out so stubbornly. It makes me want to take my time with you. Make you ask for it.

[Another roll of her hips and she moans against his ear, getting off on it as much as she's trying to rile him up,] With my mouth, perhaps? I intend on tasting you before the night is over.