[The next sound she'll hear is a panting moan, pleasure skipping through him like a stone over a pond. He's not coming, not yet, but these twitchy little ripples are flickering through him and making it hard to think of anything else at the moment.]

Fuck...

[Yeah, he said it.]

God, you smell so good. I want to lick you all over. I want to clean you up and get you dirty all over again.