In some ways, she thought she'd always known what it was he liked. She had grown up with him, after all. He'd been her first kiss and from that moment on, everything she'd done had been under his guidance. From that first touch, she'd studied him. Every word of approval, every pleasured sound, each motion that urged her to do whatever it was she'd done again was learned. And she happened to be a very good student. So she gave him those touches he loved so much, gently and then more firmly, all the while kissing whatever skin she could reach.
Of course she knew the answer. He wanted her. But she loved seeing him light up that way, knowing she knew what he wanted. She wiggled out of the pants he'd assisted with before settling on to the mattress, letting her eyes close as his lips explored. Every single thing he was doing felt incredible by that point. Her entire body responded to him, her back arching at his touch and her hands grasping for his shoulders. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open to watch the path he took, her breath catching in the back of her throat. There was something amazing about knowing that not only could her body react this way, but that it was this man who could cause it. The one who she'd been so afraid was lost to her forever.