[She chuckles against his skin, enjoying the groan as her mouth presses gently to his neck. It tastes of chlorine and a deep musky scent that she has come to recognize as his. She moves higher lightly skimming the area beneath his ear before she takes his lobe between her lips so that she can nibble teasingly.
And then she kisses his jaw, her eyes closing and the smile fading as the heat rushes to her stomach and a tiny quiver stirs low in her abdomen. Her grip on his shoulders tightens and she feels her hips rock against him again, the motion more instinctive than anything else. It feels right and she knows it will only bring the searing heat in her abdomen closer to being satisfied.
Her lips find the side of his mouth, and she pauses, her eyes opening slightly, desire and intoxication clearly written there as she looks at him. One corner of her mouth indents.]
I didn't. But perhaps you can change my mind...
[It's an invitation, yes. But she doesn't wait for him to kiss her. She's already pressing her lips to his and parting them so that she can immediately make the gesture more intimate.]