"No one has made me feel the way you do either," he murmured softly, fingers sliding along her warm flesh, tips dipping lower and pushing just a little into her, teasing and testing the tightness of her muscles there. He kept playing with her nipple at the same time, capturing it between thumb and middle finger, then twisting it lightly, index drawing slow but insistent circles across the tip.

"Mary," her name was a breath, a sigh, practically a mewl on his lips. His fingers pushed a little deeper into her. "Let me hear you, Mary. You know how I love it when you moan for me."