She whimpered a bit in the back of her throat, in a haze of need. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, sharp, encouraging...whatever.

She was used to being in control. Each sigh and moan timed almost. But she ceded that here, letting her own need ride to meet his. Nails sinking into skin, just to hold on, she leaned into his gentle touch as much as the hand in her hair would allow.