Vehemence

Mircea's breaths were coming in short as she was playing a duel with Frey using her tongue. No battle had felt this good, Mircea moaned in his mouth as she slowly started grinding herself against him, her gown bunched at her thighs. Frey's hands were rubbing up and down her thigh massaging her muscles. 

He moved from her lips, kissed her all the way to her ear. Blowing hot air in her ear he nibbled her ear, "I want you." The whisper was heavy and hot just like him. 

She arched her back pushing her breasts into his chest, "I am not wearing underwear." She gasped when he bit a little hard on her ear. His hands immediately ran toward the pool between her thighs. Saints, if he touched her now she would come too soon. She was too turned on, but she wanted his dick inside of her.