Lord, he was good at that. She felt like she'd become some strange form of liquid, her body wanting nothing more than to lay there with him against her, but she wasn't having that. After a few blissful minutes of coming down from the high, she turned toward him, leaning in to set her own open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down his neck.

"Thank you for that," she said softly against his skin, dragging her teeth along the juncture between neck and shoulder. She didn't bother being as gentle as he was, something telling her he wouldn't mind a bit of force since any bruises would be gone within minutes anyway. Her tongue danced along that spot for a moment as her hands slid down his chest and stomach until she reached his pants.

"You're overdressed." An echo of the words he'd spoken earlier, said with a smirk as she pulled back to look at his face.