His fingers were rewarded with a shuddering breath, and Mary pressed herself closer to him, kissing him again with further hunger, her hand finding his dick once more. The skirt needed to go, the panties needed to go, everything needed to go.
“You don’t have to be up early in the morning, right?” Mary asked him, breaking the kiss and running her forehead against his shoulder before running her teeth against his throat. The luxury of a bedroom and not being on the clock made Mary want to spend the whole night having sex. Provided he could handle that, provided he was satisfying. “I wanna know how much I can wear you out.”
“No,” Much panted, tipping his head back, eyes back, “working - hnng - later - mm fuck - not morning,” he breathed a couple more moments before tipping his head back down toward her mouth for another kiss. He moaned into her mouth at the friction her hand was providing, his hips rocking against her, breaking the kiss to gasp deeply at a particular twist of her wrist. “I wanna know that too,” he said, moving his kisses away from her mouth and down her throat, moving to meet his hand where his fingers were curled around her breast. “I am very-” he took her nipple into his mouth, letting his lips and his tongue move over it as he spoke, giving it teasing little bites to punctuate his words “very interested - in finding out - exactly - how exhausting - you are.”
Mary arched against him, her body suddenly shivering at the feeling of his mouth. She let her head drop backwards and held onto him, just in case she was about to fall. He seemed strong and firm, certainly able to hold her stable.
“I’m-” a small gasp stole her words for a moment. “Very interested as well.” She had one hand buried in his hair, keeping him close.