Angelique flowed against him, draping one leg over his lap to straddle him. Her shirt drifted down one shoulder, her bare cock still arched up from open trousers. A breath caught in her throat. "I've learned how not to have preferences," she confessed, her hands seeking the fastening of his clothing. "I want you to fuck me. Let me be very clear about that. But I truly don't care how I make you come, as long as you come holding me tight and saying my name."