Oh there's a new one, she thinks. One hand pets up over his hip, pushing her nails through the course hair, again, following his lead. She's still drawing him along slowly, taking turns between suckling and licking a hot stripe up the strong ridge of his cock, from the base to the very tip.

She even takes a detour, wet kisses straying down to the soft skin of his bollocks, her tongue swirling over them, seeing if he enjoys that, too.

It's a whole new sensation, trying to find her way beneath his defences like this. A whole new push and pull, and haven't they always been good at push and pull?