“Right here,” she agrees, moving her leg with him, hooking her foot over the wonderful curve of his ass. Her hands lift, fingers tangling in his hair, dark curls slipping between her knuckles as he settles between her legs. He’s hard, heavy against her, and she lets her legs fall open a little further, an invitation.

“Well,” she amends, one hand reaching between their bodies, fingers curling around his cock to guide him against her cunt, pressing the head of him inside her. “Maybe right here.”