The man with the buttoned shirt ran his fingers over the fabric covering the woman’s hip;
lifting it to expose the protruding bone underneath.
As he bit it gently, she felt her body shiver and motioned for him to stand she could see him fully.
As he rose from his knees, she looked him in the eye, fingering the buttons on his shirt skilfully; manoeuvring her hands over them and undoing them.
One by one.
She left the last two buttons alone, as the man swept her hair to the side, exposing her neck and kissing it gently, tasting sui dreams and feeding intoxication, all at exactly the same time.