"Do you like chicken?" she asked between kisses and nips, hands sliding up over him and just enjoying the way his skin felt under them. "I can do fried or maybe a chicken salad? Or both." Her mouth kissed lower, her nose brushing against the edge of his navel.

Her smile turned wicked, looking up at him as her chin brushed over his spent length. "When it comes to dwarf meat, I prefer that in me... but I'm not against the exercise." Her tongue came out to lick at his skin, that patch between his navel and groin, teeth edging over it after.