Meg groaned as his hand made its way down her chest, feeling like a string had been pulled tight in the rest of her at the way he was moving so deliberately slow. She let her eyes sink closed as his hand tangled in her hair and then she realized he'd asked her something.
She wondered briefly if they could introduce a no talking rule.
She opened her eyes, tipping her head to look at him for a moment. "Clarence, it can go however you want. Well, so long as it's how I want too."