Her lips curved up in a soft smile and she leaned down over his chest to kiss him lightly. Her hips rolled lazily against his and she started to kiss his way down his neck and collar to his chest, where she set about tracing the designs inked into his skin with lips and tongue.
There was something much gentler, softer about the way she moved against him this time. Honestly she was tired, but there was also something wonderful in the quiet slowness as she rocked her hips and traced her hands carefully over his skin.
The last few rounds had left her so sensitive that it didn't take much to have her dancing on the edge. Her breath started to catch and she paused, shivering. "I, um...not sure I can go much longer," she laughed quietly, a little breathless.