She rolled a nipple hard between her fingers, dipping her other hand into her knickers, and gasped. She wondered what dirty words he might murmur into her ear as pushed inside her, filling her entirely. Her fingers increased their pace as she imagined his utterings: "You’re so good to me, love; fucking perfect, how did I get so lucky; so tight, you take me so well; do you like that, sweetheart?"  Her mouth fell open at the thought, moans spilling from her lips.  Merlin, how she burnt for him.