That little hitch earns a low growl from his throat. With cuffs he could sit back and see her stretched out beneath him, but part of the fun of using his own hands is feeling that resistance, be it slight or forceful.

He makes it to her collarbone before licking a long line back up to her chin, and then to her lips. His hands ease up on her, tickling at her wrists. "Don't move," he murmurs, and lets his hands glide back down her arms to the straps of her shift.