Pushing up on her elbow, she stares transfixed as he teases her skin. His mouth hungry like she was a meal he wanted every bite of. Let alone how he tenderly plucked at sensitive skin, and she whimpered to watch it, her heels pushing into the bed below, her eyes wide.

She shakes her head furiously when he pulls up, her chest rising and falling with her deep bracing breathes. The marks his kisses sucked on her skin blooming a deeper blush to the otherwise pink that flared down. Her flush staining from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. Awash in the sensations, and that now more familiar way her body answered him. Embarrassing as it was, that she could feel that trickle of warmth fresh again, when she woke, before, she felt tacky and sore.

"Don't stop." It's panted between them, vulnerable as the night before, but more understanding now the wonderful things that could come from his attention.