He was a sight just like that, practically on display for her. She took a breath to steady her nerves, on edge with arousal, and directed her smile towards his stomach in her exploration. Every dip and give of muscle, accentuated when he tucked in reflexively, was mapped with her fingers as she looked for the places he was most sensitive.

Her moth was more gentle, at first, so he knew where she was and what she was doing. Her fingers hooked into the side of his breeches, the other coming to his front to knead slow circles into his thigh, when she grazed her teeth along his lower abdomen and gave a swipe of her tongue for good measure. She brought her hand up to unlace the top of his pants, thumb sliding along the inner curve of his thigh.