When her hips moved, Erik knew that any uncertainty she had had been wiped away in favor of the lust and needs of her own body. He also knew that standing wasn't going to work for long as her knees would most likely grow weak under the sensations his mouth wrought. Without moving more than an inch away, he manouevered her backwards until she was sitting on the bed. His hands went to her knees and spread them wide.

"Yes, love," he responded on a low growl and picked up where he left off, "let go."