"Yes, love?" But she doesn’t answer him, she’s too focused on his increased pace and the bruise she’s currently sucking into the skin on his chest. His name continues to fall from her lips as she moves them around to whichever part of his skin she can reach, leaving small bruises and bite marks in her wake. She can tell he has claimed his own victory when he slips one of his arms under her lower back, lifting her hips to place a small decorative pillow under her lower back. She sees stars as he grinds against her g-spot with expert precision. 