His mouth on her like that had her squirming underneath him, trying to squeeze her thighs together as the dual sensations drove her crazy, "Yes, please, more," she mumbled, her eyes rolling back in her head. Gods damned, if he wasn't good at this. Why had they waited so long? If he was at good at keeping secrets as he was at spooling her up, they should have been doing this for years. She licked at her lips, another moan tearing out of her throat when he worked her clit, louder than the first.
She was still pinned to the door but his words worked her even harder than his mouth had and when he asked if he could taste her she threw her head back agains the door so she could look down at him, "Please, Robert," it came out like begging, like a prayer, and yet somehow like a command.