God. She had loved his beard on her thighs -- he could probably tell, since that alone had worked her up pretty well, and she gave a soft moan as her head fell back when his mouth found her. But this was even better.

She didn't need verbal encouragement to pull harder on his hair, welcome though it was, but Annie did unconsciously check her strength as she gave a sharper tug. This time, she was sort of bossy about it, using her hand in his hair to try to drive his face a little more against her.

Hopefully that wasn't too much bossiness? (Was there such a thing?) She was absolutely not remotely worried about it at the moment, clearly.