musebox for Ashfae's minions

Her breath catches as places all those tantalizing kisses, the slight, sharp bites, the aching path of his mouth and tongue. The movement of his hands makes her shiver, and she kneels above his lap, giving him easier access to all the places he seeks. "Can you even see me, from that angle?" she murmurs, more than a little distracted but her pragmatic mind still at work. "No more than a little of me, surely, from this close..."