[ That laugh turns her own smirk a little more knowing, slightly impish; she sucks in a breath when he retaliates in kind by gently worrying the exposed slope of her shoulder with his teeth, tilting her head back to grant him further access, encouraging him on.
But she'd be foolish not to seize advantage of those little points of sensitivity on him, those places where even the soft press of her lips makes him fidget beneath her, keeps his hands tight on her body, and she sits back in her perch on his lap to look at him, eyes suddenly soft and fond. ] And how would you prefer I... assist you?
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But she'd be foolish not to seize advantage of those little points of sensitivity on him, those places where even the soft press of her lips makes him fidget beneath her, keeps his hands tight on her body, and she sits back in her perch on his lap to look at him, eyes suddenly soft and fond. ] And how would you prefer I... assist you?