Wrath breathes out a little sigh, tilting her head for him. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too. My god..." Eyes half shut in satisfied contentment, she slowly slides her leg against his. She keeps one hand loosely stroking his hair while the other wanders his chest and stomach with light caresses until she reaches reaches his hips. She smooths her hand over his cock, making a contented sound at the hot, hard length of it.

"Oh good," she murmurs. "That wasn't just part of the dream." My god, she thought with fuzzy amusement, how the hell does he conceal that thing when not in use? And that thought makes her giggle cheerfully as she slides her hand into his boxers to find skin, to wrap her fingers around the length and stroke. "Lieutenant North, I believe the Uniform Code expressly forbids the removal of heavy artillery from base without a signed order from your CO. I'll need to see your papers now, please." She squeezes lightly.