As his hands slide over my collarbone, rubbing his thumb over the ridges, he kisses my closed eyes with his lips. As his hands slide down my spine, he feels each one separately, individually, tracing every ridge and knot, as if they were pearls. He presses under my shoulder blades, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough I know he is there. Gently he digs his nails into my flesh, dragging them down my back, kissing his way down my arm as he does. At my waist he holds me, pulls me towards him, kisses my lips, nuzzles me.