She couldn’t answer while kissing him back, so she didn’t bother to try. Instead she stepped closer, offering him her bare body, shadows sliding across it in the flickering dim candlelight. It felt like there was nothing in the world but them, breathing softly in that room together. She stroked one hand down over his shoulder, following it up with trailing kisses along his throat.
His hands moved across her bare torso, ghosting across her curves and curling around her hips, memorising her by drinking in every detail, every inch of her. “Beautiful,” he murmured into her lips upon finally breaking the deeply passionate kiss, eyes moving to her face then as he shifted against her, pulling her in between his legs as their hips slid together.
“Shhh,” she whispered against his skin. “Don’t talk.” She carried on, leaving reverent kisses along the base of his throat, swaying gently into his hands. There was a particular freckle there she kissed several times before scraping her teeth over the skin.