"Perfect sense," he said agreeably, gaze drawn to the beads wrapped around hee fingers. He approached her slowly, moving over her, straddling her thighs with his knees pressed to the edge of the rumpled bed. She spoke but it barely registered. George slipped his fingers through the string of beads, toying with them and her fingers.
"You could never look ridiculous to me..." George touched her cheek, caressed her face, leaning to kiss her with a slow exhale. Practically in her lap, his cock nestled into the folds of her robes, aroused but in no hurry. "You could be young in one swallow," he whispered. "One sip..."