She takes note of each sound, each movement of his body, making a mental list of what he seems to like as she explores. She'll exploit that later. Or, maybe at the present. It's easier to be involved when the focus is off her; she's always been more focused on the man's needs, thanks mostly to her upbringing.

Her mouth cuts the curve across his throat, tongue dipping into the hollow, teeth scraping over his collarbone. He's pulling soft moans from her, each more desperate than the last. It doesn't stop her steady trek downwards, but it does slow her some. She's not eager to move away from his attentions anytime soon.