“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.
He simply nodded obediently and angled his neck back, hands sliding down to innocently splay across the curve of her rear, letting out a faint moan at her teasing, yet delicious actions. He would remember this, even if she did actually come back to him like he was hoping and dreaming she would, he would always remember this.
After kissing along his collarbones, with a secret smile at the arch of his neck, she leaned into his hands and began to unlace his breeches.