I...could find ways to rouse you. [She had done certain things before their couplings, but had never tried after when he had been spent. A part of her wondered if it were possible. If it was, it would be a testament for how much he truly wanted her. She would wear that honor with pride.] Am I as tempting as that?

[She whimpered against the blankets, the warmth of his hand chasing away the cold that lingered on her damp skin. She was smoldering back to life, drawn back to the heat by his touch and obvious interest. A shiver ran down her spine towards her nether region, causing her to give a breathless moan.

She loved how he touched and explored her. There was such a reverence in it, a near worship of her breasts and body. That in itself was arousing, more than anything else she could imagine.] I want to be marked by you in all the places that can be seen.

[She knew the direction his hand was heading and felt her body respond with heat and dampness.

Yet, it was still hard to give voice to the things she had thought and imagined she'd do with him.]

I... [She was still a proper lady and they had never been this bold. Focusing completely on his hands and the response they brought, she summoned her courage and adventurous side. Why shouldn't they be bold? They were wed and ravenous for each other.] I picture us sometimes in places that are more open, taking each other brazenly. We always were so loud in our tent...I rather enjoyed it.