Stevie just drank her in. All of her. From the rosiness in her cheeks, to the parting of her lips. To the delicate sheen that glistened over her body. She was a goddess. His goddess. And he wanted to worship her always.
He inched himself a little closer. Close enough to press his lips against the soft flesh of her stomach. The 'boy' in him marked what a great view it was. The hills and the valley. The idea made him grin.
"Very true. You're kind of in a pickle. I have to wonder if I should take advantage, or if I should just take in the sights." He would never ever do anything that would hurt her. But he was enjoying her already, his free hand drifting down between her thighs, still not quite touching her skin.