She keens against his mouth, never breaking the kiss. Her hips shift to accept him and both hands snake around his neck. When she has to breath, her forehead rests against his, closing them off from anything but this.

Strong hips rock in time with his touch, that slick heat pulsing hard around his fingers every time he swipes a thumb over her pearl.

"I want your mouth," she breathes. "Your mouth and your hands. And your cock, right there." She grips him with the last word, holding those penetrating fingers in a velvet vice.