He can feel her coaxing his shirt up in the back, but a part of him isn't willing to pull away in order to pick up where she's left off. What he does is ease back to look at her, face still hovering close to her own while his hand cups her cheek tenderly and he traces the ripe red swell of her lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

It's soft and heated under his touch and he presses his lips there, soft brushes of his mouth that build into slight nips without any sharpness to them. He's touching her but not clutching at her, his hands roaming, exploring over her curves without being too invasive.