She feels that sweet pressure and bites her lower lip to stifle the groan that rises. Her grip in his hair tightens and her hips rise off the blankets, grinding against the heel of his hand.

She's trying to stay quiet, knowing that they could be heard by anyone down below. Somehow that knowledge makes this all the more arousing. She laughs, low under her breath, and whispers,

"Let me take off my boots."