This time he let out a low, loose moan, and it was almost as if he were melting under her hands and mouth. He could feel himself hardening now, blood flooding south; he didn't even need to be tied up to be frustrated. Already, he wanted her again, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her... But he also wanted this to go on, this anticipation rising and cresting without allowing him real relief.

He thought he had a pretty good idea of what she was working toward.