This is new and different and she likes it, as she murmurs, "Don't move," and starts to press kisses down his chest.

This time there's no fabric in the way, and she's grateful for that. His skin's salty and damp and warm and she's kissing but she also stops to just lick, curious, and taste, and it's really, really nice. Lucy kisses down his ribs, lips following one back and forth for a moment, kisses the spot above his belly button, kisses right above the waistline of the jeans, scooting down to reach lower more easily.

Her fingers are gentle as they slip into the top of the jeans, into the top of his boxers, and it's soft as she moves her mouth lower and presses a kiss between his legs. "Don't move," she repeats, and kisses again before sitting up enough to start to unbutton and unzip the jeans.