[She still feels a throb between her legs, which is only accentuated when he moves down her body with a trail of kisses that make her skin tingle. Her heels dig into the bed and slide against it, fighting the urges to do anything other than enjoy what's being given. No self-touching, no needy requests, Rebecca bites her tongue to keep herself waiting and wanting.
Nothing stops her from putting her hand in his hair though, running through it with a gentle drag of her fingertips against his scalp. Christ he's a beautiful, beautiful man.]