"Reckon at times like this? Conversation is highly overrated!" Paul smirked, kneeling on the lounge and shuffling up till he was between her thighs, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned in and pressed a kissed to the centre of her chest, her head about a head higher than his where she was perched on the lounge back.
His hands slipped up her sides, under the curtain of beads that fell from her top till his fingertips could trace along under where the top was supporting her breasts. His lips moved across her skin, trailing light kissed across the curve of one breast before treating the other to the same. He finally lifted his head and smiled. "This is much better!"