With a low rumble of approval, Macavity kissed her again. Her response to him and her movements encouraging. He slipped a second finger into the tightness of her body after a few more long, slow strokes.

One had her responding to him so simply, moving against him like she had been waiting for this for so long.

With the second, his movements grew more insistent, bolder. His lips found one of her hardened nipples, rolling against the flesh. As he toyed with one of her soft breasts, his fingers worked deeper within her, sliding in and out with strokes growing firmer and faster.
He wanted that keening sound back.