[The sensation of his fingers moving between her thighs draws small gasps and moans from her, filling his ears and delaying her answer. The hands of an artist. She's watched his hands create such beautiful things, and now, those same hands aimed to tempt and please her with masterful strokes, painting her into a perfect picture of pleasure.]
You can have anything you think I can give you.
[Dipping down, she kisses him again, letting their tongues tangle, reveling in the taste of him. Breaking away, she reiterates her answer in a breathy gasp to stress the point.]
no subject
You can have anything you think I can give you.
[Dipping down, she kisses him again, letting their tongues tangle, reveling in the taste of him. Breaking away, she reiterates her answer in a breathy gasp to stress the point.]
Anything at all.