In spite of herself, Ita shivered at his lips upon her neck, and the nip that followed. She moaned again softly and tilted her head for him, sliding her hands up to rest lightly on his sides.
As he continued his explanation, her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, and she bit her lip. She wanted this, wanted it so badly now. When he finished, there was a pause as she let her imagination take to where she could feel what he described, but then she opened her eyes slowly. "Is it really like that, Xander? Really?" She desperately wanted it to be, though she couldn't have explained why. She held her breath as she waited for the answer.