There she was at his hair again. He'd never felt anything that drove him crazier, closer to his animalistic side. He huffed out as she praised him, his mind focused solely on her again.
Both his hands were on her shoulders pulling at the straps of her dress down her arms freeing her breasts. The crisscrossed top was an annoyance but she was receptive, pulling her arms out of the loops. As she pressed into him he wanted to rid himself of his trousers to show her how eager he'd been the entire night, but she had his leg trapped again, rubbing herself up and down his thigh. He leaned into it adding to the friction before wrapping a hand around her back and bringing her breasts to his mouth, licking at her peaks before turning to his teeth aching to hear her moan.