Though Kell hadn't precisely lost any of his enthusiasm, the way she pressed against him, trapped the length of him between their bodies, made him take a quick breath between his teeth. It sounded like a low hiss, lost between the hangings of the bed.

As Neria hitched her leg more securely around him, Kell fell deeper into her kiss, taking his hand from her hair to run it down the curve of her spine, fingertips tracing the dip in the small of her back, urging her closer. He was damp, just barely, against her skin.

Do to you.

"Torn," Kell answered, like a growl in the back of his throat, working to get his breath back. "Between two things. One- your mouth on me-" and he chased that remark with his lips, a soft, sure flick of his tongue as he kissed her, "or two, to rub-" breathless, he reached down between them to wrap his fingers around his cock, dragging the tip down along her skin until the head of him slid between her legs, rubbed over her clit.

"Right here, until you can't help but need me inside."