Fallon was all too aware of her freshly minted nickname as the first of what would be many breathy sighs fell from her lips. Banshee. Jess had meant it teasingly, but she remained confused nevertheless. How was she supposed to remain silent while his hands and mouth were moving like so? His teeth grazed along her skin and Fallon bit the inside of her lip to refrain from sighing again, though her head fell to the side to allow him greater access. Merlin, her mouth would be bloody by the time they were done if this became her only method of obtaining silence.

One hand laced through his hair and the other danced between his shoulder blades and back as he continued to move against her. Her fingers tugged at his locks unknowingly whenever a rougher touch was offered. Fallon hadn't the slightest idea how Jesse could already know so much about bringing someone pleasure without having prolific lovers (though she fully intended on asking ... later) but she was victim to it all the same.