"Feels good, when you do that," she whispers against his skin. She kisses his neck, toys with an earlobe, works her way down to his collarbones.

She lavishes them with kisses, licks at any places that seem especially sensitive. Then, she scrapes her teeth oh so carefully against his skin. Not a bite, but something that will hopefully feel good.

She runs her fingers over the collarbone she isn't working over with her mouth at the moment, so it doesn't feel left out.