I laugh when he rolls me under him and gasp as he sucks my neck.

"Oh," I gasp, "I want you, I want..." He must be able to tell, with me pressed against him like this. I can feel how hard he is, and I smile and strain against him. "I always want you." I scratch my nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood. I like him bleeding, too. I think blood is important to us, somehow.