That one small movement of lifting Phoebe's thighs was more than enough to bring perhaps the loudest moan of all from her throat though. At least, that was how it sounded to her ears. It was hardly louder than a normal conversing tone but her senses were beyond heightened, reaching heights she'd never anticipated or thought possible. It had to be the pill he'd given her. There was no way this strange man could coax her into throes of passion even the most skillful of lovers had not been able to bring her to before.
With her legs wrapped easily around his waist, her hands were free to slip from their grasp on the chair. She dragged them up his arms instead, coming up to dance her fingertips along his neck and to his curls once more. She pulled one away so that she could pull at her bodice just enough to free one of her breasts to bare to him. Arching her back at his kisses and bites, she urged without words for him to move his lips lower amidst his thrusts.
With her legs wrapped easily around his waist, her hands were free to slip from their grasp on the chair. She dragged them up his arms instead, coming up to dance her fingertips along his neck and to his curls once more. She pulled one away so that she could pull at her bodice just enough to free one of her breasts to bare to him. Arching her back at his kisses and bites, she urged without words for him to move his lips lower amidst his thrusts.