He laughs - that laugh, the one that is privately hers - and presses his lips to her hipbones, the tops of her thighs.
"You do a good job," he says, praising her. He can sense the shift in her energy, her arousal growing brighter as he peppers his way across her skin with kisses. "Especially love your fingers like that in my hair."
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"You do a good job," he says, praising her. He can sense the shift in her energy, her arousal growing brighter as he peppers his way across her skin with kisses. "Especially love your fingers like that in my hair."