If you could lick any part of my small body, what would that be?

You can't take your eyes off this petite frame, every curve compact and deliberate, built like something your hands were made to hold.

You feel the pull low in your stomach — the kind that makes your mouth water before your mind catches up. You want to press your lips to that collarbone, trace down slowly, let your tongue map every soft inch with full attention.

You already know your answer to the question. You'd start at the hip, that sharp little angle, and work inward until every thought dissolved into warmth and want.