As calf flowed into knee, he slid the tip of his nose along soft skin, and where it turned to thigh, his breathing sped up. The fingers of one hand slid along her inner thigh, again treating her like fragile porcelain, until they reached her apex, where he could already smell her so close by.
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading to be allowed to touch her, and if he were to be denied, beg her to punish him for daring to ask.