An answering groan from him at the touch of her nails, arching involuntarily this time. His fingertips press into her shoulders, for anchor, for stability.

His breathing starts to quicken, just a bit. His kisses become just a little more urgent but no less careful, passion in every moment of it. Smirking against her mouth, one arm snakes around her shoulders again to hold them both together, the other slipping back over her breast again.