It strikes her as a little unfair to be in her leotard still while she's stripping him down, but that's not enough to make her stop. With her lips pressed to the soft, warm skin of his belly she skims his black shorts down, leaves him bare, but even then she doesn't pull away to look.

She can feel him responding under her touch in ways that make her breathe a little harder too, his arousal only feeding hers, and her hands kneed his thighs, his hips, but stay clear of the space between his legs for now. She focuses on touching the places he will deem safe, and as she does she lets her mouth drift lower, lower, until she's biting ever so gently on the swell of his hipbone.

"Do you want me to stop?"