"Christ you're good with those lips." She arched against him, feeling the electric rush of each nibble, increasing the ache she already feels. Her hands run down his back, dragging back upwards with her nails as she moves her hips, grinding against him a little. He had her hot and bothered and she care that he knew it.

No strings, no worries. Hell, she was pretty sure she'd forgotten to ask what his name was in her alcoholic rush to do something with her night.

Running an hand into his hair, she pulled a little to try and get him to look at her as she slid one of her legs over his hip, grinding again to feel the hardness of his cock rubbing against her. "Bet you're good with other things, too, huh?"