And as quickly as the warmth and friction of his body was hers, it was gone again. Her hand moved to his side, carressingly, coaxing him back to her. But like his body, his lips were leaving hers as well. It wasn't time yet, she wasn't afforded what she wanted. Her head lifted off of the pillow to follow his lips as they rose off of hers but it was of no use.
Instead she tilted her head, arched her chest, and tried to keep the rippling of her muscles to a minimum as he teased over them.
The spark in his eyes made her smirk, her hand going to his hair, scratching lightly at the scalp. She smiled at him when he called her beautiful. Her mind responded with and you're a god... but she didn't voice things. When his lips moved to her skin she felt heat swell in a rush between her legs and she greedily applied pressure to lower him between them, her hips raising lightly.