[His voice rumbles in his throat, a humming of his lips down her neck from the soft curve of her jaw. Every shift of his body against hers comes easily, naturally, with further anticipation and a steady pace; neither too quick because of his desires nor too slow due to any hesitance. He proceeds at a rate that feels right, his palm skimming down her slim figure, smoothing a circle over her shoulder blade before tracing down her ribs.
Caressing her bare hip before trailing up once more, across the plane of her stomach and up along the curve of the underside of her breast. Trailing that comes with a long exhale, a pinch of his teeth against her shoulder.] No concerns for locale? [They're not in private this time. And his hand is skimming southbound once more...]