Hideaway Strath Everything waiting, shakin' as it drops

She rolled her eyes at his playful words, wanting to retort that he wasn't supposed to like it, but her mouth was currently full of his scruff. 

He started bucking though, and she had to try her hardest to stay where she was and maintain her grip. But one too many bucks had her jaws slipping and her halfway falling to the side. It was then that he grabbed her front leg and pulled gently. It was enough force to pull her down to the ground beside him. She laughed despite the fact that he had thwarted her own attempt to get him down. So you like it when I'm on top, huh? she asked as she lithely jumped up from the ground and turned herself to face him. 

She looked him over again, her suggestive gaze raking over his form. She leaped forward playfully then and snapped her jaws at his throat, and then his shoulder, and again at the side of his neck, her movements quick. She wanted to clamp down harder on something but she waited for the perfect moment—for him to be distracted enough that she could thrust herself forward and grab hold of his neck while she attempted to push him to the ground.