She made a happy sound and kissed his stomach, her mouth warm.
"You deserve the best," she whispered.
"Yeah. Maybe."
Elowen shook her head, a little laugh escaping her. "Don't argue. You deserve the very best."
Ethan chuckled, still stroking her hair.
"Fair."
"So you wanna do a quicky before going down for some breakfast?" she asked, sitting up, her naked breasts swaying slightly.
"Hell yes. If I have a choice between eating or fucking you, my brain stops working."
"Then we'd better make it quick."
Ethan leaned up on one elbow, reaching his free hand to her cheek, drawing her close.
"If you keep talking like that, quick won't be a problem."
"You don't want me talking about how hot you are when I'm on top of you?"
"Uh... no. Maybe? Shit. Yes."
She straddled his thighs and rubbed against him. "And you don't want me saying how hard and thick and perfect you are when I sink down and take you deep inside me?"
"No, uh... no. You're gonna give me performance anxiety."
