"You're always so modest too." She teases, nipping at his lower lip. She can't keep her mouth to herself and so it follows the trail from his lips along his chin to his neck so that she can suck little imprints that will last the night down to his collar.

Glancing at the edges of her top, she looks at his hands and then back. She uses the ones that had been splayed beneath his shirt to grip and pull the cloth that had been covering the taught mess of worked abs over his head and throws it on the bed and then smirks lifting her arms. "Your turn." Knowing that she was coming over there's a lovely little slip of green that attaches around the back and matches what she's wearing below.

She doesn't bother to ask and reaches around and unhooks it and lets it fall by the wayside, offering him a full view. Standing there like this in front of him alone has her body heating, and things clenching tight in her abdomen and lower. Fuck if he doesn't flat up do it for her every time. It gets harder and harder not to be turned on it feels like. She'd never admit it though.