Her breath hitched softly at the light touch of his tongue, and she shivered at the cooler stream of air, feeling her nipple tighten under it. She was about to speak, perhaps banter with him over it, when his lips closed over her nipple firmly. Genie moaned loudly instead, feeling the sensation all the way through her. She carded a hand into his hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp, and cupped the back of his head with even more encouragement.
Her legs hooked around him, heels skimming up and down the back of his thighs. Her other hand skimmed down his chest, fingernails and the firm finger pads alternating. She pinched his nipple lightly, experimentally. "Oh, do that again, handsome," she gasped, hips rolling unconsciously as he sucked again, drawing another low moan out of her.