The heightened state of arousal might have made him more sensitive because Shadow could swear that she was way too tight for someone in a city that required sex regularly. A series of grunts, groans and moans all rumbled at nearly every plunge. He obeyed her direction and craned his neck to move his mouth over the exposed skin on hers. It was all too easy to sink his teeth not too roughly into and suck on her soft skin.

"Say... when," he huskily uttered at her neck while keeping up the pace. Although the weather was cooler, perspiration began to dampen his skin. Shadow quickly returned to tasting along her neck. "Fuck." The curse word left him as a mindless utterance from the bliss of their connection. His mouth didn't leave her throat, talking against her skin.

"How... Can... " Thinking was impossible. He knew the question that he wanted to ask but forming coherent sentences was a challenge. "You want me to pull out?" he finally managed to get the inquiry out.