There's a soft sound deep in his chest when her fingers thread into his hair as she pulls his head back. It's something he's honestly always found so irresistible about Mae. How, barring those odd shy moments that caught them both by surprise, she'd never shied from speaking her mind or asking for what she wanted.

Both hands now, fingers curling over the fabric of her underwear to drag it down before he traces his fingers in a line across her slick heat.

"Not going to lie," there's a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "the way you feel right now makes me want my mouth on you."