Oh hey, this thread needs a warning! <- there.
[Conrad chuckles as his fingers slip down her thighs and then up again, his thumbs stretching to rub over her flat stomach.] Always, Diva. [His voice, too, carries a promise: whatever you wish, of course, he will do. His lavender-oiled hands slide over the small of her back and then over her curves, a little more pressure now, taking his time.]