"Cougar," she breathes, that blush she'd been fighting coming back in full force. It's horrible, she feels like she's almost certainly all splotchy and red and looks like an embarrassed tomato, but Cougar's looking at her like she hung the fucking moon, and it's a powerful feeling, having that expression turned on her.

Playing with her nipples gets her to whimper, her fresh-bitten lips red and swollen as her mouth goes slack, and she snaps her hips down against his, a happy, breathy laugh bubbling up when he swears.

"I won't," she promises, forcing her eyes to open so she can watch him, looking triumphant as she rises and falls above him. "This is your job now, remember? Fucking me as often as possible."