She didn’t have a clue what he was trying to say at first, too focused on the rhythm he was creating. He moved her so easily. While she certainly had had assistance with other positions, this was the first time anyone had simply just picked her up. That was certainly a pro for him if they ever ended up doing this again. Raven no longer had the quota, but she already had a rule that if a friend needed her to keep them out of SLUT, she would help.

He grunted, and she started to put the pieces together. Personally Raven didn’t entirely care where he finished. If they were closer, she might have more of a preference depending on her mood. But she shook her head. “Can’t get pregnant or anything here,” she told him, half making sense herself.

Right now she was so wet and on the verge of her own orgasm, soft little noises escaping as she leaned against him. Nails dug a little harder when he hit a certain spot just right, leaving her breathless, her body feeling like it was about to float away.

“Fuck— I’m so close.”