She almost goes wild; if it wasn't for his hold on the small of her back, firm and steadying, she'd feel about ready to snap in half from the force with which she arches, surging up against his lips, the gentle pressure of his teeth as they close around the bud that swells and draws tight in response.

It's almost like her entire body is humming, vibrating with every touch he offers, the sensations even more pronounced and drawn-out than they were only a few hours before when there was the barrier of clothing between his hands and her skin.

"Please," she gasps, even though she's not entirely certain what she's asking him for - only that she needs more.