Lioriley discovers soon enough how much he likes having his hair pulled, because the second she tugs on it his breath catches and she can feel him twitch beneath her.

"Nngh...I'm not a spooked horse," he grumbles. But he does as she says anyway, lying back with his long hair splayed out beneath him on the mattress. The loss of her immediate touch and body heat has his hips pushing up in an attempt to keep grinding against her, despite the awkward angle.

His eyes open and he tries to watch what she's doing, but right now he's having a hard time looking at her without staring directly into her cleavage.

"What are you doing?"