Her head arched back as he tugged, arching her back up, and she inhaled sharply, wincing away in anticipation from his mouth as he bent, her head tilted as far back as she possibly could. Her throat made a soft sound as his tongue dragged across the sensitive skin, her chest feeling as if it would explode, her mons growing more heated beneath is hand as he bit, her mouth opening in a dumb cry. Her skin was salty beneath him, and she shuddered as he spoke directly into her ear, his command having nowhere to go but straight into her, his will holding hers, his voice holding no room for disobedience. She found her hands gripping the mattress before she even thought to move them, and she held tight, swallowing, staring straight ahead to the ceiling. She would not move them. She would not lose this.<br/><br/>Another soft moan forced its way from her chest as he began to cup harder, fingers dragging the sleek material across her core, pressing it in, the seam driving her mad beneath his fingers. Her legs spread beneath his shove, easy as a well-oiled hinge, and she gasped beneath him again, arching into his touch, her hips grinding down against his hand, her head tipping to the right, offering him the more sensitive side of her neck, her eyes closed to better feel his every small movement, his every breath gusting across her extra-sensitive skin.