Lasciel let go of the headboard with the other hand too and pushed back against Samuel, slowly forcing him to sit back on his heels, slowly enough for his cock never to slide out of her, not even disrupting the pace of his thrusting, only shifting the angle. She ended up straddling his lap again, her back firmly pressed against his chest, and reached back to wrap both arms around his neck. That gave even better access to his hands, both the one tormenting her clit into frenzy and the one holding her up, just under her breast.<br/><br/>The bite on her neck had almost healed, only a smear of blood on her perfect skin, and on his, where it had touched her. She let her head fall back over Samuel's shoulder, her moans rising to full throated cries now and her hips swaying against his, even as her insides clenched again around him with another convulsive climax.