"Oh fuck, yes," she whimpers. It's a struggle to think, her mind is so clouded with pleasure.

Every nip and bite is a nova of sensation, the velvet heat of his tongue laving over each one, soothing and enflaming her at the same time. She raises her chin, exposing more skin to his no longer quite so tender ministrations.

And below, she revels in the feel of his arousal in her palm as she guides him along her cleft, teasing him with the promise of wet, silken heat. Barely holding him at bay, just for a bit longer, feeling the pulse of his heart against her slick fingers.