[ she simultaneously leans into the grip and struggles to stay put, leaning more of her weight forward against the headboard to bury her face against her arms and muffle herself.

she was already pretty close, as it was, and the intensity of Nem's tongue only serves to drive her more quickly; it's really not all that long before she can't resist rocking into the rhythm her mouth has set, whispering breathless little praises and whining her name. ]

Ohhhh, Kitty, Kitty...