Lovely, lovely, friction. She works her way across his collarbones with her mouth, slow and teasing.

"Would have been lovely," she purrs. "Like the way you feel under my hands." She grins at him between kisses of his chest. "When you were thinking of that, I was thinking of having you close your eyes and imagine me in that beaded dress. Then, when you'd pulled your chiton aside, I'd kneel on those bags of grain, take your cock in my mouth."