She bites down on her lip, a short whine tearing from her at the way he groans against her flesh, feeling the vibrations of it more clearly then hearing his voice in her ears. The pleasure coils slowly and hotly, tighter and tighter, somewhere low in her abdomen. She can't keep her hips from rolling slightly, nudging herself gently against his mouth in accordance with his caresses, obligingly fisting his hair more firmly. His touch is electrifying, warm fingers skating along her skin and the stubble of his cheeks brushing against her inner thighs.

"Lovely," she breathes in response after a beat, watching the picture they make in the mirror. "I've never seen anything so beautiful than us, like this; your face between my thighs, my fingers in your hair." With a quivering sigh, she warns him softly as the muscles in her tummy tighten as if in agreement, "You're going to make me come..."