God, Annie was already making plans (inasmuch as errant, horny thoughts counted as "plans") for how much fun it would be to eventually get a little rough with him, given the hair-pulling. (The beard also factored into her future plans, don't worry.)

"That's so nice," she mumbled, arching against his hand -- which, in turn, resulted in a slight uptick to her rhythm and a slightly sharper tug on his hair, despite how closely she was trying to monitor herself. Couldn't be helped, though.