His hands moved down to her breasts, squeezing them roughly enough to satisfy the little bit of masochist that she was. Her nipples ached for the same treatment and she arched her back, thrusting them up into his palms. The fabric of her dress somewhat muffled the sweep of his thumbs over the sensitive buds, and the contact wasn’t nearly enough.

Please, sir, may I have some more...

Sharon nipped at his lower lip, loving the growling noise he made deep in his throat in response. She moaned again as he rocked his hips. The material of his jeans was rough against her sensitive folds and clit and she could feel the bulge of his erection rock hard against that.

Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and started kissing down her chest, his fingers coming up to pull down the front of her dress and baring her breasts to him. The roll of tight fabric pushed them up to practically porn star heights; something Sharon wasn’t going to complain about, not when he was latching his mouth onto her nipple and sucking the sensitive nub hard while his fingers gently pinched the other one.

“Harder,” she begged, sliding her hands into his hair and bucking slightly beneath him. “Please, Jake, harder... oh fuck yes...”

His teeth scraped over her nipple, biting down gently as his fingers tightened, and Sharon writhed. When he switched sides, she tugged on his hair slightly and he growled under his breath.

Not a dom, he said, but a second later she had both of her wrists pinned above her head, held down by one strong hand, so that he could do as he pleased without her interfering. And Sharon fucking loved it.

“Fuck me, Jake, I want to feel you inside me... I want your cock to stretch me open and-“

He groaned, lifting his head from her breast with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. “Now I understand why Stronghold has gags.”

“What, you don’t like dirty talk?” she asked, pouting at him.

“I like it too much,” he admitted, rising over her. Sharon whimpered a little as he removed the delicious weight of his body from between her legs. There was a wet spot on the front of his jeans from where she’d been rubbing herself against him, and he quickly stripped them off. She wondered if she should take off her dress, but he was already crawling back onto the bed again – this time in the reverse direction so that they were in classic sixty-nine position.

If she wanted to use her mouth, she could do something useful with it.