She tipped her head back, exposing her throat to him, and made a soft hum. “Good, that’s good … ” She shivered at the drag of his mouth against her skin.
Lapping tentatively at the faint mark appearing in her skin, he returned to nibble curiously on the flesh there, further encouraged by her comments. It appeared that she was enjoying his spontaneous gestures.
Giggling, Summer inquired, “Are you /marking/ me already?” She ran one hand through his hair again, easing out tiny knots and making the faint curls spring.