She was starting to feel a way she'd never felt before in her life. There was some sensation inside of her, maybe it was need, that was growing, taking over her every action and driving her to do more, she kept rocking above him because that feeling demanded it. And that feeling only grew when he said that what she was doing felt good. It was making her skin tingle, making her feel a little feverish and more than a little breathless. But his lips did the same thing to her as they moved over long untouched skin. If it was sounds he wanted, sounds he would get, a few more gasps, a moan or two, and a needy whimper that followed a particularly hard rock of her hips, the rhythm not quite that, more like a series of movements that had no rhyme or reason to them other than it felt good to move above him, or really, against him.

Still, her body was crying out for more, demanding something but for what she did not exactly know. It was an ache that didn't want to go away and she figured that there was a cure for it, the idea making her stomach flutter but for a far better reason this time.