“B-but,” she whimpered. “Please.” She made herself let go of the blankets and cupped her hands around his shoulders, idly and unconsciously stroking, and cried out his name.
“You’re so beautiful,” he stated instead, pushing into her roaming hands as he sped up his fingers, eyes darting up to her face to search for any signs of discomfort or pain. “Okay?”
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, stretching up to catch at his mouth. “Don’t ask stupid questions, my lord,” she murmured, and kissed him again, harder.