[She shudders out a long breath and presses eagerly into his hot hand, talons be damned. Or don't--the sharpness of the claws only enhances the softness over the sensitive nub, and she rocks forward into him, eager.

The tremble of her hands doesn't stop them from squeezing everywhere from lower back to thighs and everyplace inbetween, chasing after every groan or grunt she can milk from him. Her kisses skim over his face and down his jaw, as coordinating breath is far too difficult by this point]