She feels his restraint fall away and she moans, the vibration travelling straight through to the root of him. Her grey eyes look up at him and he can feel that wicked smile tightening her grip around him. She moves a little harder, a little slower, dragging out the moment for as long as she can.

He tastes divine and the pleasure ripping through his body feeds back to her, coursing into her like electricity, crackling over her skin and grounding in her long bones. One hand splays flat against his stomach, fingertips sliding on his wet skin, sliding upwards until it's pressed over his heart.

She wants a taste of it, wants to pull it into her, breathe it in. But she won't. Not without his knowledge. Not without permission.