He looks so lovely, so tempting, from her current position.

The wildness in her energy decreases when he asks her to start slow, the violet in her eyes less intense. "Of course, love." She cups his face with both hands, then lightly explores with her fingers as if she's trying to learn his face by touch. Two fingers rest lightly on his face, just touching his lips, while her other hand explores his neck, his throat.

She dances the fingers of both hands across his chest, teasing, exploring, brushing against his collarbones, his nipples, but never for very long.