[The thread of sensation from her nail, indeed sharper, this time makes him shudder with a breathy moan against her throat. How ever did they get here so quickly, and without him even noticing all the promises to himself that he tossed so willingly aside? They seem so unimportant now, compared to her soft curves beneath his hands which have started roaming without his permission, to the spine-tingling way she says his name.]
[But it occurs to him that she might be trying to tell him to stop, or slow down, so he reluctantly pulls his lips from her skin and glances up with glazed over eyes.] Hmm?