Another tight, quiet moan slips from somewhere deep in her throat, and her teeth fix in her lower lip. Her body presses back, instinct and desire taking over.

'Oh, if I'm lucky, hmm?' She forces herself to lift her head, to find his mouth again. Her breath is ragged against his lips, and her kiss is hungry, almost desperate. One hand presses over his heart again, pinning him to the bed while the other grabs his wrist, pulling it from between them. She doesn't want anything in the way when she sinks down and traps his cock between their body, painting her wet heat along his length.

'What if I don't want you to calm down? What if, I want to feel everything you're holding back?'