"I'm glad I can't say the same," He didn't go into details, humming a pleased sort of hum into her skin as he jerked his hips gently into her hand. Regaling her stories about how Arthur fucked him into the mattress might work so well right at that very moment. He pressed his palm harder against her, his thumb rubbing her clit through lace before he moved his hand away and grabbed her hips and pulled her close, sitting up.

They were relocating.

"As lovely as this couch is, I think you should wrap your legs around me so you don't go tumbling."

He warned before heaving her up and stepping quickly over to the bed and sitting back down with her on his lap. Much better.