[He'll forever be surprised by this woman.] Well...
[The break in his words is well timed for the instinctive breath he takes in, long and deep as her lips graze his throat. The center of which, where stigmata occasionally graces, is indeed a weak spot for the Noah of Pleasure-- hot, sweet pleasure rolls through him. He responds with his fingers, gliding along her in and with the intent to curl in to her.] Right now I'll start with a compliment.
[His eyes are wide as while he speaks he waits for her reaction, fingers deliberately slow. They remain dark brown, flecked with glimmers of obvious attraction.] Not a move you make is wasted, I could spend days admiring each one.