My head cleared enough to release her, and she drew my cuffed hands away from her body, pushing them back into the pillows under my head. My eyelids drooped, and my hips bucked in a plea. I did not mind being at Mairwen's mercy in the least, not with the collar of her chemise coming loose, offering me exquisite shadows to guess at. "It's my turn still," she said, smiling. "You're doing too good a job," I answered, groaning as her perfume richened in the air. Compliments. "And you feel perfect on top of me, don't you think? Bring your mouth back, Mairwen."
