Erica arched her back to meet his hands, the flesh ripe and firm under his lips as he draws more throaty growls from her.  There are reasons why she had been glad Alfred was a breast man, and he was focusing on them both.  Her hands ran over his back as he suckled her, pulling him closer to feel his naked skin against her own.  The fabric of the bodice removed, it was soon forgotten as he put his lips to her neck.  Two small circular scars remained to mar her otherwise blemish free skin, though they caused Alfred little problem in his attentions, or her in her responses.<br/><br/>She loves the feel of him so close to her, and even more the way he warms her cold skin and nuzzles at her neck.  The nips are less painful than they would have been before, the suckling no less pleasant, however.  Her throaty noises grow louder has he presses atop her, and though he can tell how hard he's molested her skin, no mark of his attempts are revealed as he moves on to the next spot in his chain.  She doesn't stop him, however, not realizing that such an obvious difference would emerge so soon, having forgotten about the lack of blood in her system to cause the bruising in her jubilation at having  her lover with her once more.