Fili knew what he was doing. Not that she particularly cared to imagine how he'd gotten so good, but whatever the method behind it, he had a way of just sending sparks through her with a touch. Clever hands, solid frame, and that face... God, she loved looking at his face when he was doing this. There was this fine balance of pleasure, pain, and effort, and it made him shine.

Well, to her it did. That was all she needed. The parting of her legs and that deeper angle had her head falling back, body arching backwards as pleasure hit her with a physical force. She cried out, the end of it a growling roar as her body twitched under his grasp.

Of course, coming didn't make her stop. It was a moment, but after the echoes receded, she could lift her head back up, look down at him and grind her hips in the dirtiest way she knew how. She may have enjoyed a strip club once or twice at the behest of friends. Those moves were gold.