The scrape of teeth surprises her and she gasps, moaning at the suction of his mouth. His cock is so hard against her hip and she rocks a little, wanting to give him a little friction.

She breathes out his name again, head tipping back against the arm of the sofa, thighs pressing together hard. He's good with his mouth, good with his hands, and she wonders if he'll be good at everything. For a moment, she considers taking his his hand and putting it between her legs, but she knows that's her libido talking, thrilled at being so suddenly resurrected.

No, they should wait and she shouldn't make any decisions until she's clear-headed. It's already gone farther than she thought it would, but that's okay. That's more than okay, because it feels so good, so she just clenches her thighs and lifts his knees, curling in on herself a little in obvious arousal.