"No knickers? So sure you were going to get lucky?" He murmured, sinking low so his lips brushed over the top of her thigh. She keened, arching her head back, fingers tangled in the sheets next to her. "W-wishful th-thinking," she stuttered as his mouth drifted towards the inside of her thigh, nose barely brushing the thatch of neatly kept curls between her legs. He laughed, a low, dark sound as he shifted, gripping her thighs, slowly pressing them apart so he could settle more comfortably between them. His mouth traveled slowly across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drifting higher with each pass until she was pressing her hips up, urging him on.