And Jean was likewise quite content to stay right where she was and let him pleasure her, not that she was a passive participant. Her hands moved over his flesh with no further hesitation, touching and exploring what made him purr. She was amused to find that purr was the apt word for the little grumbles of pleasure he made. It made her determined to find more of them.... A pass time that looked to take hours. Maybe even days. Now there was a pleasant thought, although they'd want a less decimated bed at some point. Maybe. Assuming anything could induce them to leave this one long enough to find one. She wondered how intense the scent of their passion was to his nose, and how long after this night (if night was the proper word) it would linger for him in his room.
Thoughts for later. If there was a later. If he wanted a later. Hell, if she wanted a later. For now, she was focused on him, on his fingers and lips and tongue and the ticklish feeling of his chest hair on her nipples and how amazing he felt when he did that. Her song was played out in gasps and sighs and moans that begged him shamelessly for what she wanted and praised him with godhood when he gave it to her. All in all a wonderful ending for what had started as a horrible night. But then, things always did look better in the morning, right?