“You’re lame,” she responded, reaching to catch his tongue when he stuck it out, pinching it between her fingers for a moment before releasing it. “The most sensitive,” she said, wriggling at the way his fingers tickled even through her robe.
“And a half,” she confirmed, grinning. At his groan, she laughed. “Aw, you poor baby. I’m 110% sure I can restore the mood at any given moment, don’t worry.”