She moves away and he groans at the loss of warmth against his chest but then she's sitting up on him and grinding against him again and Christ, his hips leave the bed when he feels the graze of her teeth. He shudders when she strokes him, and the tremors don't stop, it's all he can do to not flip her onto her back right now and fuck her again. But he wants this, wants her to do whatever she wants to him because it's already feeling so good. He threads his fingers through her hair as his hips buck, goosebumps appearing on his skin when she kisses at the sensitive area on his thigh. He so doesn't want to leave this bed ever, doesn't want this to stop; he thinks they could totally make a living out of just having sex all day and yeah, okay, maybe that's called porn so never mind. The sex part still sounds appealing but being naked like this, being inside her and riding those waves of pleasure together, it's all just for them.

"Maybe nobody ever said it," he answers, biting back a whimper as she gives his cock another stroke, "but they were totally thinking it. I appreciate that I'm the first one, though, I take pride in that." As much he wants this to last as long as possible, his cock has different ideas and is already starting to drip over the firm grasp she has on him. "Jesus Christ, did you read a manual on all the right ways to touch me? You have any idea what you do to me?"