She nodded, breathlessly, throwing her arms out spread-eagled to offer him as much of her as possible. A breeze poured across her skin, raising goosebumps.
He let out a drawn-out moan at the sight of her spread out before him, like the most wondrous and delectable of feasts. Flicking out his tongue to wet his lips, he dove down, lips and tongue ghosting across her shoulders and collarbone, pace slow to start with.
She closed her eyes firmly, the better to revel in the sensation of his mouth against her skin. She wanted to be surprised by where he went, wanted to startle and shiver beneath him. She could sense the warmth of him, just over her, and put her hands up to catch at his hips. Not to hold him still, more simply to have something to hold /to/. It felt like little shocks raced from the nerves he kissed, bouncing all over her body until they connected between her legs.