"God, yes," he breathed out, moaning softly as his head rolled back on the bed. An easy question earned an easy answer, and Jim for one liked hearing her speak like that, ask those things, no matter how obvious his answer might be. His fingers curled into her hair, nails dragging at her nape, though not holding her in place at all.

"I love your mouth on me. The closest to heaven..." his words trailed off into a long pleased sigh as he kept his hips pinned to the mattress.