Chloe gave a mock pout when Arran laughed. "You are," she confirmed, because Arran was a tease, she stood by her words. Though, then, perhaps just to contradict her, Arran gave her nipple a bite and Chloe responded with a very loud moan. Her free hand came up to tug Arran's hair, before Chloe gave another whine at the loss of contact when Arran pulled back. At the instruction to stay where she was, Chloe did, but she did frown a little bit when Arran slipped out of her touch, before she realised what he was doing. Chloe did move a bit to make it easier for Arran. "I could've moved for you," Chloe commented but the words somewhat died on her lips when Arran licked upwards against her.
He had certainly been telling the truth when he'd said he knew just were to lick. Even like this, a position they didn't really use often, Arran knew just were to press his tongue harder to make Chloe moan. With one hand tightly against the bed, Chloe's other moved back to Arran's hair, fingers brushing through its wet strands. Chloe rocked her hips, trying not to press too hard but still seeking out enough contact to have her moans increase in volume and frequency. The almost lapping way Arran's tongue was against her made Chloe's knuckles whiten as she gripped the bedding beneath them. "Ah, fuck," Chloe moaned, eyes shutting. "Arran, come on, let me fuck you," Chloe half-asked, half-begged.