She moans as he teases her breasts, sucks at her throat. And she can't help curling her fingers just so into that spot under his feathers, just a little more. "Something to try tomorrow, perhaps," she gasps.

"I want you to come inside of me tonight," she tells him, voice low, rough. "Can't have you spending yourself quite yet." There's a bit of teasing in the tone, but HEAT too, want.

Her other hand leaves his back, moves to his other wing to tease a less wired spot.