I couldn't help but chuckle, even as I kissed Coraline's stomach. I'd made her curse in Welsh! At least, I think it was Welsh. Either way, she was enjoying herself, and I was doing a good job. But I wasn't done yet.

I moved my kisses lower, till they brushed the hem of her panties (she'd walked out of the clinic without any pants, only a long t-shirt. Who knew?). Then I traced the line of those panties before leaping across them and kissing her leg, again at the pantyline. At the same time, I kept one hand up to play with her breasts. I glanced up to gauge her reaction.