Susan was giggling and wriggling even as she realised he was backing her up against the wall. She was stopped by the wall but found the kisses on her neck far too distracting.
Her fingers tightened in the curls at the back of his neck, and only a soft whimper of protest escaped from her lips as he slipped a hand under her robes.
Her other hand was on his chest and slowly toyed with the hint of hair peeking through the gap in his robes. Biting her lip, she let her hips rock unconsciously towards him. "You don't play fair," she said as she bit her lip.