Rose chuckled, grinning at Rolf’s apparent affection for her moans. It was as if he had found a new toy that he liked, and kept playing with it. That could be bothersome, Rose figured, but in this case it was as far from bothersome as it possibly could be, and before she knew it, she found herself rolling her hips up to meet his, seeking that friction again.
With a quirked eyebrow, she smirked at him. “Not right away?” she laughed, and shook her head. “You’d sit down to make something and I’d be in your lap riding you within minutes, and just think what would happen every time I had to bend over to pick something up…” Licking her lip she winked at him, before another roll of their hips had her sigh and her eyes flutter shut. “You’d have me on my hands and knees before I coul- my gods, Rolf, that feels so good.”