"Tell me if it gets to be too much, if you start to wander," she gasps as his hand and mouth pleasure her.

She won't hurt him intentionally, at least.

Her heart speeds up when he calls her love, a sweet ache in her heart.

"Always reserve the right to complain," she says. "Even with me. Especially with me."

There are a lot of feathers to map, places to touch, to explore. "Could be here all night," she tells him, grin wicked. She looks PLEASED at the prospect.