A place for the rest of us

The whimpers she swallowed earlier transformed the minute his hand fisted in her hair. When it was vocalized, though, it was more like a deep moan, one that vibrated down his length as it pumped in and out of her mouth with deeper and deeper strokes. Her body was almost shaking with the lust that had reignited the second his lips took hers and there was nothing else for it but to take one hand off his thigh and push it between her legs. From the angle, she knew he couldn't see her but she was pretty sure the motion would make her scent more apparent to him.