She makes a pleasured sound as his thigh rubs against her skin.

"And I love it when you get worked up for me," she purrs between kisses of his other collarbone. "Makes me flushed, wet, makes my heart race, knowing that it's my efforts that arouse you so." Her tone is a little proud, a little smug too. They are a good match in that way, perhaps, and in so many others.

Her hands tease his feathers as she kisses his chest. "You are a vision, over me or under me. Your wings spread, your skin all flushed, dewy with sweat, your eyes dark. That little tremble in your body when you are working so hard to contain yourself."