"I won't." She whispered back, tipping back her head and turning her mouth until it brushed against his jaw.
His hand returned, still teasing, but she was content for the moment to let it be, focusing instead on the sensation of his other hand gently fondling her breasts. They were still tender and she bit back a wince when his grip became firmer. She could feel his lips and breath, incongruously light against her neck and she tipped her head to give him access to her throat.
"Still tender?" Another hot whisper, another shiver.
She couldn't bring herself to speak, but nodded breathlessly. He left off his caress, sliding his hand lower to rest over her stomach. She tensed, concerned that he might once again pull away. She needn't have worried however, as his other hand made up for the lo
