[ there's an honesty to his eagerness that charms her, makes her feel impossibly fond, exquisite in its rarity. she answers it by dipping her finger into the puckered opening, taking her time to work into the tight clutch of his body, unhurried and indulgent. ]

Of course it wouldn't. [ she breathes into his mouth between kisses, lets her teeth sink into the plush of his lower lip just to feel the give of it before soothing it over with a brush of tongue. ] You'd live between my thighs, if given the opportunity.

[ her finger sinks in to the first knuckle, giving him a moment to adjust as she trails her lips down to mouth at his throat. ]

But I'd like for you to let me give you this, and I'd like for you to simply take it.