She mumbled a few incoherent words in Spanish that sounded very much like praise, a small sound made as his lips pressed to the corner of her mouth, his tongue flicking out to sneak a taste. She turned her head as far as she could without twisting her shoulders, cinnamon gaze alighting more fully on his face, her face apprehensive as his fingers skimmed down over her hip, touching down against that secret place.<br/><br/>She gave a little whimper, unsure what to think; his touch was gentle, causing her no pain – It felt too good to reject, to tell him no. Lids fell down so those dark lashes could kiss against pale cheeks, her breathing erratic as she wiggled herself against those questing fingers. She was surprised how easily his fingers slid against her treasure, obviously having enjoyed his touch a bit more than she would of ever admitted.<br/><br/>