She feels and hears the difference in him when her mouth travels over his throat and she brushes her lips over the sensitive skin there, laying soft kisses then nipping softly just under his ear, exploring and experimenting to see what he enjoys.
"Mon dieu. Just there." Her hips rock softly of their own accord, rubbing herself against his fingers, her skin growing ever more damp. Her voice is breathless as she speaks, "You are very hard, Don Cesare. I am very light if you wish to lift me to you."
I swear I responded to this comment already! And when his new post went up I came back to see if I'd missed a tag. *pouts and beats iJ* Apologies to his Holiness for the delay. ;)