Mitchell was engrossed in a little postsex nibble on Maryanne's shoulder. He didn't have any breath that needed to be caught. Maryanne made him feel alive. This made him feel alive. He didn't know how she did it but she could do amazing things with that body of hers.
"Yeah, yeah, pretty much," Mitchell replied as he reached the curve of her breast and softly teased the skin. He wouldn't mind another round.