"That's not really an answer," she teases and for a second, she has an internal debate over what to do before deciding they have all the time in the world. She might be impatient, she might really just want to feel him inside her again, but it's not like this is their only shot, like this is the only night they have. When he pushes his hips up, his cock sliding through the circle of her hand, she grins briefly, then ducks her head, her lips parting to take him into her mouth again. As much as she wants him, she kind of loves this, too, the feel of him in her mouth, heavy and hard against her tongue and another soft, breathless hum escapes her as her hand slides up the bed, searching blindly for his hand.

When she finds his fingers, she threads them through hers briefly, then lifts his hand, pushing it into her own hair. She's never liked being pushed around, but she loves the feeling of being held onto to and her gaze drifts up again, watching him, watching his face. Just the sight of him manages to pull another soft moan from her and he's not even doing anything to her, but he doesn't have to be.