"I will need to do this often, since you are enjoying it so," she says, feeling the vibrations of pleasure, comfort, and security, seeing his want.

Her touches on his belly are slower, lingering, although she IS making sure to get the balm everywhere it needs to be.

She removes her hands from his skin when she's done, smiles wickedly. "I believe I promised you something special," she purrs. Her hands go to her preening glands, the oil spilling onto her fingers as she presses and strokes them.