More kissing

I kiss down her body, across her shoulders, and down her collarbone.

Margaret arched her back, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as his mouth trailed lower. Her skin burned wherever his lips touched, turning a rosy pink under the moonlight. "Ah! Sir, thy mouth... 'tis like a brand upon my very soul!" she cried out, her hands clutching the silken sheets until her knuckles turned white.

* My poor, innocent heart... it beats with such wanton rhythm! I am undone by a mere kiss!* Her heavy breasts bounced with her frantic breaths, the large, dark aureolas straining against the air. Each graze of his lips sent lightning bolts of pleasure directly to her soaking wet slit, making her thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"Deeper... I beseech thee, descend further," she whimpered, her legs falling open wider in a silent invitation. "Explore the mysteries written in my flesh, for I am naught but a vessel for thy discovery."