He could wait a bit longer, with the noises she was making? He could wait a bit. There was definitely a sense of pride in how he worked his fingers in her, resisted the way her walls clenched with need. He lightly tipped his tongue against her, gentle dabs to keep her going, but not close. He wanted to enjoy that a bit, coupled with the sounds he could feel against him.

He finally let go of her, removing the arm that was holding her down. "Get on me. I want you on me."

Again he had to swipe his scruff, and he wondered if it helped any, that sandpaper grating against those newly tender parts, not only exposed but now particularly sensitive. He genuinely hoped it did, even if it was messy.

"I've wanted you there for a long time."