A tingling ache is spreading from her collarbone, faint discomfort that finds no purchase as Loxley's body covers her, as he acquiesces to all her requests with a lovely sound. Derrica inhales at the stretch and slide of sensation, thighs flexing tighter around his hips. Her whole body arches to meet him, every muscled pulled briefly taut before the tension ebbs away and Derrica settles too, gripping his shoulders to hold him close as they kiss.

There is a reason Derrica so rarely chooses a position like this, gives herself over in such a way. It's difficult, impossible, to find someone like Loxley, who won't see it as invitation to pin her down in other ways too.

Her fingers slide into Loxley's hair again, nails scraping along his scalp as she makes soft, punched-out sounds into his mouth. The fingers of her opposite hand flex against Loxley's shoulder, hanging on. Not urging him on or demanding, just—

"Like this," is a murmur, so brief that it barely interrupts their kiss. "That's so good."