He shifts under me, folds his leg around me; I'm still distracted by my own small gesture of - of affection - so it startles me, catches my breath on my teeth sharply as he rocks us together, changes the angle.

That'll make a guy focus for sure, though, and with my teeth bared I snicker, rolling my hips forward sharply. It jerks us both forward, and his grip on the headboard's suddenly really valuable.

"Hold. Hold on." I didn't my voice to catch so sharply, or for it to be so rough with want.

I can feel I'm still growing within him, still swelling. And the way he's looking at me, the way he's got...

I shake my head, close my teeth on a growl, and thrust forward, gripping his shoulder with one hand and pulling toward myself. Don't want to shove him away when I start pounding him.