She presses a kiss to his sideburn, and smiles against his ear.

"Okay."

Her teeth scrape the dampness of her exhalations off his skin. Biting, kissing, tasting — holding him at her level, while her body shifts against him. She's helping encourage her pants off without pulling away.

Eventually the cotton pools at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her silk knickers. A satin ribbon holds them up, like a gift wrap bow sitting against her belly.