Kate holds up a hand and flips him off cheerfully for the eloquent, not even pausing to do it. But she does flip her hair over her head so that it joins her mouth in dragging over his abs.

Her body tightens from the tone of his voice and the suggestion he's taking his turn. It's stupid how fast she gets wet for him, how fast she rolls for him, and how completely. But she kind of likes it anyway.

Right now, she's showing him just how much time she can take, swirling her tongue over skin that rarely gets kissed. Slow slow wicked slow. He can't really complain. It was his idea.