With the tang of her lips on his, his tongue prodded harshly at the soft skin, tracing teeth and teasing tongue pulling her even closer, the heat of her body radiating towards him. The sound she made against his lips, the high keen, the way she arced towards him, his hand smoothed over the pale round flesh, moving to trail and trace the low curve and down her flat stomach moving inward to trace her bellybutton.
When she began to pull away his hand tried to keep her lips against his, head tilting slightly to deepen the wet kiss, but her chest rising and falling so heavily, his own desperate for breath, he finally let her go- licking his lips of her taste as his hand moved back up to cup her breast.
Shallow breaths, it took him a moment to realize what she was saying and both his hands moved to her sides, fingers dancing across the smooth skin. Pushing her back slightly, forcing her weight not to rest on him so much, one hand continued to tease the skin beneath his thumb; the other moved to the buttons along his own robes, the ones she missed in her passion.