ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

She breathes a low, long sigh when he raises his hands to her breasts once more and thumbs her hard nipples, her head tipping back at the sensation. "Yeah... I like that, too," she says softly, scratching her fingernails gently along his scalp -- whether it's in response to his caresses or his plead is up in the air; maybe both, truthfully. Unable to resist, she gives in to the urge to roll her hips again, just once in a slow, indulgent circle to tease them both. She knows they're both too impatient soon for teasing, so she enjoys it now for a moment longer before the time's up.