[ His touch has her arching into it again, as he strings her along in the way that he knows how. As Hilda's thighs tighten around his hand in a quiet cry for more her thumb skips teasingly over the tip of his head slick with desire for her. The reply she gives him his breathy as she gazes at him from beneath her lashes well aware of the attention he's giving her. ]

Maybe I'm choosing to live up to the whispers I kept hearing back home about me being a demanding lover.

[ The whispers about her being a bit of a pillow princess and brat are of course not unfounded. But frankly, if she is demanding, it's because because she knows what she likes and thinks herself deserving of it. But she isn't selfish. Being demanding and being selfish aren't as mutually exclusive as some would like to think. ]

What if coming again tires me out?

[ In a swift motion she presses her foot against his chest, pushing him back onto his back. Losing Claude's touch from between her thighs is a small price to pay since it means getting to see him spread out against the sheets as she crawls over him with a glint in her eyes as if he were some sort of prey. Relishing the view she takes her time kissing her way up towards his cock where her lips hover above him.

But just before she makes contact she spins around, positioning her cunt just above his mouth. Mischief glints in her voice as she leans forward taking a hold of his cock. ]

Which I suppose is my way of saying, why not both?