She follows him to the bed, her hands catching his face between her palms and her mouth hot on his. Her only answer is a quiet moan, but she doesn't think he'll mind.

One hand reaches out, blindly, and drags part of the duvet onto the floor between his knees. Only then does her mouth begin to stray, down his jaw to his throat, first laving the drops of water from his skin and then, marking the sweetest spots with sucking kisses. Her hands rest on his thighs, and she lowers herself down, kissing across his chest, down to his soft midriff, nuzzling into the crease of his thigh.

She trusts he'll tell her if he has a problem with it.