"Hrm?" said Sean, who had entirely lost track of the conversation.  Was he judging her by appearances?  He didn't think so.  Then again, her appearances were certainly something he had no complaint with whatsoever.<br/><br/>"A woman always has negotiating power," he murmured, "especially when she is devoid of her clothing.  At that point, a man will do just about anything to convince her to let him put his dick in her."  A hand came up, fingertips calloused by years of playing the guitar and violin, and coasted over her belly to settle upon her right breast.  He gave her a playful squeeze, his thumb tracing a circle around her nipple.  He winked at her--he actually winked!--and ducked his head, taking the nipple between his lips.  He rolled it between his lips for a bit, and then sucked, the vacuum in his mouth pulling at the pink bud.  His free hand roamed up and down her back, and then settled upon a spot, fingers splayed, so that he might pull her closer, lifting her midsection off the felt and tenting her body for his convenience.