14: kiss along the hips

Summer knelt on the blankets, hovering over Mordred and smiling softly. It had been a glorious week, being together with him; she didn’t want it to end. But it had to; she had promised. She ran both hands down his stomach, nails scraping the skin, and pulled his trousers down enough to show the line of his hips. Bending, she mouthed the exposed flesh, kissing along the bones where they pressed against the skin.