Shannon slid her hands up to his shoulders, as his lips caressed the center of her chest. She leaned her head back to give him plenty of access. Her hips moved with his, keeping it slow. There was no race to win. It was simply enjoying the pleasure of one another. Her breathing came at deep, but hard, intervals, as he left the cold trail along her skin.
They were talking about something. It was her turn to grow befuddled. The hum of his voice, the feel of his skin against hers, it was enough to short wire any capable mind. So she grew quiet and let the pleasure of their coupling pour from her lips.