"Gosh, I hope it isn't a shag carpet," she teased. "Don't want your ass to get rug burn." And with that, she looped her arms around his neck.

In the new bedroom, she was already grinding up against him, letting her hands scratch lightly on his skin and scalp. She carried words of praise for him; how beautiful he was and strong and how he was like some panther with sleek muscles and deep eyes. She could spend all night fucking him (which, essentially, was happening now) and never be satisfied. And yes, she would ride him but first she needed to grind on his cock just to savor the hardness.