Once her brain caught up she nodded, "yes, all yours," and her hand came to her free nipple to twist and pull at it. She repeated him so that he knew she'd understood, "I can't come, not yet, not until you say I can," her voice was breathy, oxygen coming to her in small, shallow breaths and making her seem winded. The fingers on her breast shook with the difficulty of restraining herself.
There was something primal about Alexander like this - all her fears and worries flew from her head when he was like this, it was bliss.