At first, she moved slowly, her hips rolling more than anything, a leisurely movement that was probably closer to teasing than anything, and she closed her eyes with a grin. His hands in her hair, his mouth on her throat, she was enjoying the moment, exactly as she'd told him and another slow lick of heat worked through her, sending a shiver through her muscles. She wasn't going to be able to keep up with this slow pace for much longer and her legs trembled slightly, her fingers curling under, hands still braced against Sawyer's chest.

A whispered moan escaped her, her back arched slightly as the pace and rhythm of her hips began to pick up. For now she was leading, but she had no problem relinquishing that power if he wanted it. Her skin was slick now, too warm in the hut, but she didn't care, wasn't even aware of it very clearly. What she wanted was more. More of him, more of this. She always wanted more.