He let out a low moan against her neck as she tugged at his hair, a rush of arousal washing over him. His open-mouthed kissed quickly turned to nibbles, nips, and the occasional bite as he trailed them down her neck and onto her shoulder. After spending a few moments groping her breast, his hand began to wander elsewhere.

Fingers danced across her rib-cage and down to the softness of her stomach, exploring every inch of her skin, before slipping between her thighs. Wanting to see her as he touched her, he pulled back and flashed a smile at her.

"I don't think it will take too long, lover," he teased. "You're not going to win." He wasn't sure what the contest was or what the prize was, but he wanted to hear her admit that she needed him.

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