"Ah," she reverberated, knowing full well what a brief expel of breath over his throat would do to him. She fell silent so she could focus on drawing more sounds out of him, her movements slow and almost lazy. She was in no hurry. They had plenty of time to themselves.

She made her way down his throat to his collar, pressing faint kisses at the hollow of his throat. She couldn't help chuckling when he swore, fingers tapping against his side. It would normally mark itself as a nervous habit, her need to always be moving and doing things coming through. But here it was teasing, the pads of her fingers dancing over his ribs.