[Okay, but what if she wants to race toward the finish? For someone who has lived such an enormously long life, she has surprisingly little patience when it comes to pulling apart something new to see how it works.]

[That said, him taking over and just railing her full force is making her eyes roll back in her head with bliss. She feels almost deliriously overwhelmed, as if the entire world has narrowed down to their points of physical contact, the heat of his skin, the smell of sweat, the sounds of both of them moaning and panting. Nothing else exists for her in this moment.]

[A side effect of him now supporting her hips with his hands is that she no longer depends on her own arms to do it. That means she needs to find something else for them to do, because being still is completely out of her control at this moment. She presses her chest to his and slides her hands down each side of his spine, where they find the bases of his wings. She presses her fingers into them, carding through the feathers, fingertips twining through his down.]

[Her mouth, meanwhile, is flush at his shoulder, where she kisses, mouths, gasps at his skin. As the feeling of pleasure continues to mount, she starts feeling like she needs something to hang onto again. Without thinking about it, she wraps her teeth around the meat of his shoulder, right where it meets his neck, and clenches.]