Every flex and arch and tremor of her body resonated through his; encouraging, enthralling. And he also felt her restraint, and from it he felt a new, strange, sense of… mischief. He wanted to see how quickly he could coax her from it.

His hand twined with hers grasped her gently. His mouth continued its work. (One of the main lessons: know when to have variety and when it to be steadily cumulative. And sometimes both.)

His other hand slipped out from where it had lain beneath her. It began to explore her, curling over her side, thumb running gently along stomach, the underside of a breast, fingers brushing every curve, palm moulding to her, cupping the muscles of her thigh, fingers dipping deeper… running gently at last near to where his mouth made love to her, but in an entirely new place from there.