When he grinds up against her again, there's a slight shift, a movement in the press of his body to hers, and the burst of pleasure is almost mind-numbing, leaving her gasping against his skin, fingers tightening in their hold as she rocks down against him harder, feeling the way they seem to fit together, the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. They're like puzzle pieces, she thinks fuzzily. They fit.

Her mouth stays on his neck, even as she pants hot breath against his skin, and she bites a little more firmly, hoping she'll get more reaction, more upward rolls of the hips from him. It's so good, and she feels like they're almost one person, pressed so close, having such pleasure in each other....

Eventually, though, it'll start to wind down. She doesn't intend to go all the way, not tonight, not here (as much as she feels an eagerness to do it, feels a needy, gripping emptiness in her body that begs to be filled), but she'll enjoy it as long as she can.