He kept going, lost in the taste of her and the feel of her shuddering under his hands, her fingers curled against his. He thought maybe he could have gone for hours, as long as she would let him, but slowly he became aware of pleasure that was so thick it was almost an ache, more need than anything else, his hips rolling down against the bed as his cock unconsciously sought the friction it wasn't getting.

He lifted his head and slowly licked the sweat from the crease of her thigh, reaching down to curl a hand around himself. "I need you," he gasped. He had felt what it was like inside her, all that tight, wet heat. "Please."