Her mouth moved to his neck, her lips brushing against the stubble along his jaw. She let her fingers become sharp as they dragged down his chest, his abdomen, ending at the hem of his shirt. "That's okay," she whispered, her breath warm, mouth an inch from his ear. "I can be on top."
Celeste shifted position so he could see her face, and gave him a wicked smile that was accompanied by her hands lifting his shirt.