"Well, you are warmer than my imagination. Much more solid too." Marian teased, her voice a low rumble in her chest. She kept it soft as she ran light soft kisses along his jaw, as she neared his ear she whispered. "And there are parts of you that I am fairly sure my imagination got wrong." And she shifted her hips only slightly. And couldn't bite back the light groan, so she muffled it in his shoulder.
She wasn't quite sure who she teased more, him or herself. She wiggled her fingers between the hooks and loops of the velcroed side, as she fought with her composure. Though it was impossible to regain, as her own shifting and his hand kept her state of arousal high. "I'll stop worrying." She promised.
He was different than any other man, though there had only been two, she had been with. Both would have had her on her back by now.