"Fuck," he gasped as her fingers nails bit at his skin as she dragged them down his back. It kind of hurt, but in a good way. And he was pretty sure he was going to have a lot of scratches by the end of today. The nails down his back, her crying out his name in pleasure only drove him over the edge sooner rather than later. And once he was done, he was collapsing down half on the bed and half on her. "You're too much," he said, catching his breath. "But in a good way." He clarified, not wanting her to think it was a bad thing. Because none of this was bad. It was quite fun.