When he went from suckling to licking, she twitched again. One leg hitched around his hips. “I need … need … ” She couldn’t find the words for the burning in her body, the way every nerve ending seemed to tingle. She squirmed against him, mindlessly trying to achieve pressure.
Pressing his hips up against hers, he let out an almost pained whimper, eyes blown wide with lust as he mouthed at her breasts, eager to drive her wild from his touch alone. Not even registering that he was still rutting against her lower body, he moaned and locked eyes with her, tightening his hold on her hips.
It wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough. “More?” she whimpered. She managed to pick up one hand from the counter, tangling the fingers in his curls, and tugged upward until she could kiss his mouth. “Bedroom,” she breathed, in between kisses.