Her hands tighten in his hair, and somehow that just makes him all the more greedy for her. When she arches into him, a clear message of what she wants, he sucks at her nipple briefly before shifting again so he can kneel on the mattress between her legs.

Later, he promises himself, he'll devote time to every millimeter of her skin, find every shade of pleasure he can draw from her. But they'll have time. They'll have at least until the end of ballet season. Right now he needs to taste her.

He drops one soft kiss just below her breasts, one on the curve of her stomach... and then one over the damp fabric that covers her clit, inhaling her scent deeply as he does.