She was determined that if he wouldn't scream her name, he'd come damn close. Thrusting was nice, but arching her back just right would allow Cat to roll her hips against his - a 360 degree loop of continuous friction that was pretty damn enjoyable for both parties involved. His hands skimmed up over her skin to settle against her breasts, leaving her to push against his palms and fill his hands with her warm flesh.
Cat was no artist, but her hands did a fair share of wandering all their own, sliding over whatever flesh of his was within reach. Sometimes a gentle caress, other times a brief scrape of her nails if he thrust especially hard against her. Never one to keep quiet in bed, she continuously kept him quite aware of just how much she was enjoying herself.
His thumb brushed across her lips just as his free digits sought out that little bundle of nerves to drive her to ecstasy once again. He was an evil, evil man with fingers far too talented to ever be fair, but then she wasn't completely without her revenge. Parting her lips she leaned forward enough to snag that wandering digit, teasing it with the tips of her teeth, nibbling gently before allowing it into the warmth of her mouth. As she leaned back, his thumb slid slowly from her mouth, falling from between her lips as his fingers worked, pushing her closer and closer towards that edge again.