Esme breathing changes, coming out slowly as her chest rises and falls from the sensation of him harden beneath her. He leans back down, crossing his hands back behind his head, and in return, she lifts her hips, rocking gently against him. Her panties were already wet from his words, and she is aching for him now, wanting him to touch her and mark her in ways only he could, In ways that made impossible, possible with the slight shift of his hips, or mouth, and hands roaming around her sin.