Craig loved that she touched him, her hand was so warm against his skin as he gave attention to her body. He lavished his attention as much as he could, his entire mouth was engaged in her pleasure. he wrapped his lips about her clit, tugging at her skin with a soft grip as his tongue danced across the aroused skin. He moved from her clit to run his tongue along her lips before again entering her body. His one free hand moved and the thumb began to repeatedly stroke her clit. he was beginning to develop and addiction to her sounds, each moan increasing his attentions and activity. He stopped the motion with his tongue long enough to look at her.<br/><br/><em>Please Peg, I want you to....</em><br/><br/>He bowed back down, his eyes looking across the expanse of skin that was her torso. The toned and taut belly, the curves of her breast. He looked for her eyes , her expressions. Even if she did not watch him he would watch her, the sight of her completely arousing him. His mouth moved, his tongue plunging and pulling faster. Trying to bring her, to have her spend and revel in her release.<br/><br/>His hand moved with hers, guided by her motions across her body. He opened his fingers, letting them sample skin and scar with equal care. He felt the soft skin of her breast, the supple and smooth skin as she brought his hand to her body. His fingers opened as they slowly pushed across the skin. He took her nipple and gentle began to roll it between his fingertips. Every touch was soft, ever move was meant to experience, enjoy, love the sensation of being with another.<br/><br/>As he knelt on the floor, pleasing her as best he could, he was grew to fully erect. Without her touch, just by her pleasure and responses, he grew full and flushed. With each sound she made he ached to crawl with her on the bed, to move between her legs as he kissed her skin. He did not want to add to her scars, instead he want to hold her and know that if there were tears, they were of pleasure.