It's a long moment before she can answer, distracted as she is with the taste and feel of him, running over her lips. Her tongue explores the gentle curves, the ridges and planes, the soft velvet skin over heated iron beneath. She loves the way his body tenses, the way his breath catches, the way his fingers feel against her scalp.

When she takes a breath, she whispers her answers against his skin. 'I do. I love the way you feel, the way you taste.' A long wet kiss slides down his shaft, and she lips gently at his bollocks, a teasing promise of more to come. 'I could do this for days.'