She shook her head. “‘s you,” she mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Oh please!” That burst out on a half-sob, pleading. She wanted to push his hands down, his head, wanted him to go faster.
“No, ‘tis you, my love,” he breathed out almost teasingly, although his eyes shone with sincerity, lips moving easily against the swell of her chest. He slowly slid down her body, kissing across her stomach and licking down her ribs and hips, before suddenly, he stilled and tilted his head to the side. “Tell me this — would you grant me permission to go even lower for a kiss?”
Startled, she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at him. “Y-you would — you can?” Her eyes were huge.