Her hands stay tangled in his hair as he starts kissing down her chest. A sigh leaves her mouth and the heat that had subsided a little starts to creep back in - her cheeks and neck getting pink. His hands on her breasts had been nice earlier. His mouth is even better.

She idly wonders if he's more of a breast or arse man. He hasn't really come into contact with the latter in a close way yet, nor has he ever made comment about it.