Yes. The next sharp pull of her hair has her hissing through her teeth, but it isn't until she can feel his teeth bear down again that her brain can't decide if the sensation is pain or pleasure and reacts with a jerk before a strangled grunt echoes between them.

Laura sets one hand down on her thigh above the knee, while the other slips under his and around his side to give him the room he needs. It's too hard to see with her hair still cinched and her head taut against his shoulder so her eyes settle on the ceiling, more than fine to simply feel everything he wants to do to her. But when she feels his hand start travelling down and inwards, she can't help the controlled breath that is released and the push of her legs more open to feel him there.