She struggled, and very nearly grabbed him and pulled him back in, as he drew back, clearly close to her own orgasm, when he stopped. She gave him a wild-eyed look, as he made his request, looking irritated and skeptical, but complying. His tender ministrations earn soft moans and gasps, though she's obviously growing impatient, by the time he starts heading down below, even when he grows a little more aggressive; he'll note her skin is remarkable resilient, and the bite earns a moan of pleasure. "Harder," she gasps, squirming a little. His kiss to her netherlips earns a slight squeal, as her legs, over his shoulders, kick a couple of times, likely earning him a sore spot, there, tomorrow.