Maryanne couldn't resist his lips for long. Not wen he looked at her like that, with that smile drawn over them. She leaned forward, taking one hand from his stomach so that her fingers could brush over his cheek, as her lips found his. It was soft, it was gentle, and it was sweet. But it also didn't linger long.
"Your eyelashes are fabulous, my dear Alexander, but your lips are irresistible." Almost as if picking up the 'pretty' conversation back up. It was half tease, though, because she spoke the truth as she knew it to be so. It didn't seem appropriate to rave about how good he was beneath her. Or how long she had craved him, and that hunger was now sated. Because it absolutely wasn't, it was as if her apatite had been whetted.