His fist closed around her hair pulling her head back so he could easily kiss her neck.
And she sighed.

The stubble scraped as they moved against her pumping artery.
And she sighed once more.

Her eyelids fluttered, open and shut,
until she sighed and gently pushed him away.

"You are doing it all wrong," she said.
"Only I know how to touch me."
"Only I know how to love me."