He's through playing games.
Moving quickly, he took her right breast in his mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue, suckling hard. She arched her back, encouraging him to take all he wanted. She held onto the chair in a death grip while he lavished attention on one breast, then the other. He seemed to know just what to do to make her lose her mind. She was wet, drenched between her legs. His fingers found her, plunged deep, retreated, and plunged again.