Her other name was breathed out against her ear, low-voiced and laced with emotions of love and lust. His arm stayed around her, only pulled her closer so their bodies could share warmth and be skin to skin. Puck was rewarded with a soft groan of her own as she touched him fully. Warm and swelling with want, as he matched his strokes against her as well. Each feeding the other, fingertips playing her as if she were a master-crafted instrument. Nor were they shy, as the teasing went on; dipping within her at first shallowly, then moving deeper and in a steady pressure and rhythm.