“Want you,” she managed, breaking away from his mouth finally to kiss other parts of him, along his jaw and his throat. She left marks — tried to leave marks — along his collarbone, over his shoulder. “Want you,” she breathed, against the hollow of his throat.
“But I’ve never…not before. Are you sure?” He eyed her dubiously, shifting underneath her and then letting out a gurgled moan of delight as she marked his tender flesh. Slamming his head back against the pillows, he nodded and gripped at her shoulders, lower body arching up to press against hers.
She whispered, “Me either.” Her breath came shaky against his skin, and she whimpered as he thrust up against her. “Please,” she said hazily, “please, touch me.”