Every fiber of his being aches for more. Not just for more, but more from her. Everything about her is drawing him in from the brightness of her look to the sensuality of her hanging from those ropes. Just that athleticism alone is enough to make him ache, cockhead slick with precome.

Groaning at the way she tastes, his tongue ravaging her mouth in the ways he wishes his cock was as he twists his fingers into her hair. Breaking the kiss out of a desperate need for air, nearly as much as he wants her.

"Please? Hurry?"

He's never heard himself so desperate before and he doesn't have anything in him to care. Not when he could be kissing her again, his hands over that lithe form, wanting her so bad.

Moaning at the feel of her body just barely brushing his and then he's unable to help himself as he slides his hand over her ass and down over her thigh, letting his fingers trace along the inside of her thigh.