She caught him and his hands flexed on the bed, a soft moan low in his throat. "Well, now, more of your mouth," he said when she released him. "Anywhere you'd like to put it." His phallus cried out for attention and he ignored it, claiming her mouth again for a kiss that was a little shorter and hotter than the last. "You use it well, Xanthippe," he said in a soft growl.