“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.
“Yours,” he conceded sleepily, smiling into the sheets as she marked his body as hers with hers lips, and he realised that he could quite happily lie here underneath her and allow her to do this all day. Chuckling then, Isaac rolled over onto his back and unashamedly lay sprawled out for her, a single arched eyebrow his only other reaction. “Having fun?”
She made an affirmative, happy kind of sound, applying her lips to various spots on his torso. With a little luck, she could get him to be a little less complacent about what she was doing. Hands might help with that, too. She reached down, tickling slightly.