"Oh my God." Yes, that definitely hit some kind of a pleasurable spot in her mind, you could tell by the wide eyes. "Okay, that too. Might have to prioritize, 'cause my roommates are coming back in the evening, but I have a desk in my room that probably works too? I mean, the bending over's more important than the furniture."

She was still kind of babbly, but now some of it was dirtier.

"Also it would be nice to have, like, something better to associate it with than term papers and googling whether tears are bad for a MacBook keyboard." Also related to the term papers. "I mean, anything's a better memory than that, but if I can upgrade it to you pulling my hair and like, pushing me to my limits, I'll super take it." A beat. "I guess that goes for the memory and your dick both."

Hey, wait. They'd made it to the front of the couch. So, she gave him a light push so that he'd sit down. It meant giving up his hand for a second, but they'd live.