Xanthippe gasped. Yes, at just those words, although that thrust hadn't gone unnoticed either. To know she could have that effect on someone as attractive and, let's face it, experiences as him... Basically, her whole body seemed to be tingling and she was kind of wondering whether her jeans were damp at the crotch by now. Which was a thought that felt like it would have normally felt embarrassing, but with him here and behind closed doors -- she hadn't really had reason to wonder about that before, you know? It turned into a thrill.

Incidentally, her jeans were damp.

And probably getting more so with those words of his. "I mean..." she started, and had to pause and swallow when her voice sounded hoarse. She licked her lips, and bit his neck again, before she continued. Her lips pulling into a hesitant little smirk. "I'm not sure why you, like, shouldn't? I don't even know if I'm a screamer. No one's tried before."

Not counting several non-sexy incidents.