She sighs softly at the feel of his fingers sliding over her breast, her nipple reacting to the slight roughness of his skin, stiffening. If last night was a needy, lustful rush, this was much slower and relaxed.<br/><br/>Her tongue tastes of him, traces of bacon still lingering beneath the fizz of the champagne, before both faded. Her fingers slide up his chest slowly, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath them as she let him explore again.