Her hands weave in his hair, and a soft cry catches in the back of her throat at his words. She bites at his lips as he moves away, her hand fisting in his hair, moaning aloud as his mouth moves on her skin. The chocolate flows with the warmth of her skin, sticky sweet, contrasting with the heat and urgency of his kiss. Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and she feels him rocking gently against her.

Her hand skims down his bicep, down his forearm, touching his wrist, gently offering to take over for him.

"Let me..."