He scatters kisses along her body as she guides him, following an invisible trail that he feels somehow he has wandered along before. There is a spot at the edge of her ribcage that causes her breath to hitch in her chest, a patch of skin on one side of her stomach that causes her to groan and arch her body towards him, and each hip bone brings different pleasures to her system, and his.

He slides his hand along the outside of her thigh, sinking deeper, tapping his fingertips lightly against her leg.

"Over my shoulder," he says, motioning for her to hook her leg up, her calf running along the top of his shoulder, her heel coming to rest against his spine near where his wing meets his body. Lightly, carefully he strokes across her clit with his fingertips first - she is clearly aroused, and wanting more from him - before he ducks his head and replaces his fingers with his lips and tongue.

Let the neighbors think what they want to think. He could care less.