Wet patches from his saliva being stamped on as a reminder, a gift. "More," you order, hands on his shoulders to lower him to the floor. "and do it from there" you say, looking down at him. His eyes widen with satisfaction as his lips attach to your skin again like it's magnetic. The scent of it draws him in more, he's addicted to you. He trails his worship down your stomach, making you hunch forward with a giggle. It tickles there. He moves past and arrives at your middle, pelvis, thighs and legs. Savouring every moment and taste that pulls off from the flesh.