His hand covered hers, and she was only given a part of a moment to wonder exactly what he was doing before he moved. "Lo," she gasped out, "gan." It was certainly a jump in the thrumming level of pleasure that was slowly building within her. Even if it meant that he got points in this imaginary game of theirs.
The fact that he was growling and speaking against her breast, a she arched and rocked with more fluidity than she had thought she could manage, it did not do wonders for her attempts to keep the tempo under control.
At this rate he was going to win, not that Kaylee particularly cared if she lost, it was just a matter of principle. To garner even a little bit of control, she leant backwards again. Sadly away from his mouth, which she really had been enjoying over rosy nipples and flushed skin. Leaning back just a fraction more, she tightened her internal muscles around him as she dragged out each rocking ride.