She hummed softly in response, biting gently at a shoulderblade then kissing it. He was real, he was there, and she intended to kiss every part of him before she let him go even a foot away from her again.
“Wha’ you doin’?” he slurred sleepily and stretched out on the sheets, otherwise making absolutely no effort whatsoever to move from where he was currently sprawled out. “Mmm, s’good…”
“Mine,” she murmured, punctuating it with a kiss. She worked her way down, buried under heaps of bedclothes, interspersing possessive words with more kisses, nips, and licks. Returning to the middle, she pushed and prodded until he rolled over, leaving her a new canvas.