It's not like she never swears. She swears. Sometimes. Probably never where he's been able to hear it. She tends to be polite by default, but there is absolutely nothing polite about what he's doing to her.

She can't keep still, and not just her hips. Her hands grab for anything, the sheets, her hair, his hair, unable to stay in one spot very long. Her feet slide forward and back along the mattress, arching to her toes to post her thighs more, or rock her hips against his mouth. She must make for a downright indecent picture, and her moans and whimpers of need only make it worse, surely.

It's not enough though. It feels incredible. It looks like a wanton sin, but there's not enough stimulation to drive her up. Those casual, occasional licks are just enough keep her needy and wanting. So subnet, rather than later, she caves without a fight and starts begging.

"Arthur, please. Please I need- I need...unh more..."