“That’s not fair,” she whimpered, hardly aware she was saying it and not just thinking it. She arched her head back, strands of hair sliding to the floor or catching on the fabric of his jeans.
“What’s not fair?” he whispered and nibbled on her bottom lip, tugging curiously on her nipples as he shifted beneath her, his erection pressing against her thigh as he locked eyes with her.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Careful, don’t pull please,” she breathed, caught between half-pleasurable pain on the one hand and half-painful pleasure on the other. “You,” she went on, babbling, “you aren’t fair, saying that, you have me, you could do anything you wanted with me. Oh, god.” The last words slid out of her mouth on a long moan.