She stopped moving at that, completely limp and pliant beneath him. Incredible? Vanessa could dole out flattery and compliments all day long, definitely, but when it came to taking them? She stunk at it, and very much so. She sighed a little, moaning at his bites and looking up at the bare bulb hanging, the only thing illuminating the room.


"You're...just saying that," she managed quietly, hands finding their way back to his hair and scratching his scalp gently. "I'm trained in the art of sex. Of course I'm incredible. But you don't have to tell me that."