Tegan's arm followed his pliantly, hand fisting where he placed it, hips still rolling over his length, as she rode him, her other hang pressing against the two of them, fingers curling around him as if an extension of her centre. She moaned at the heady feel of it, pressing both against him and her own hand. She gasped as he cupped her breast, arching, pressing the mound into his hand she dropped her head back onto his shoulder with a soft moan.  She gasped as he began to tug at her nipple, rolling and teasing it. She clamped down upon him in surprise, and groaned out as she rolled her hips, feeling too tight, too full, too hot, and not wanting the feeling to leave.<br/><br/>Her skin slipped against his, her back sliding against his chest as easily as he slid within her. She hadn't the strength to raise her hips too high, too far, but she rolled them, sliding him in and out, against that sensitive spot that shot straight to her stomach, her hand gripping his hair for stability and purchase. A gasp filled her chest as he bent his head, and she could feel the tantalizing brush of his lips against her shoulder. Her head dropped to her chest, rolling to the side, as his teeth sunk in and she cried, pressing him as close in as he could and clamping down once again, shuddering, stationary, the heady feeling of belonging to him filling her, making her head swim with the feeling.<br/><br/>"Rosuriel..." She groaned softly, voice thready, her pounding heart not faring much better. Exhaustion warred with lust, and she rolled her hips once more, driving herself high, close. But it was hard, and she paused again, panting or breath, working her inner muscles over him, refusing to stop, while she had no option but to do just that.