"With pleasure," she promises, kissing him again, sighing against his lips as he cups her breast in one huge palm. "But you'll have to let go of me, first."

Not that she really wants that, either, because the way he grips at her is only serving to fuel the burn of desire in her and she desperately wants him to continue touching her as much as possible.

She also really, really would like to get her mouth on his cock, both because he asked her so nicely, and also because she wants to feel the heft of it against her tongue, wants to taste him as he tasted her, wants to send that barrel chest of his heaving as she brings him the same kind of pleasure he brought to her.