"I don't know, as far as being spoiled goes, this is kind of a great area to concentrate on," she says with a laugh, because it's not like it's fun only for him. If that's how she wants to greet him after he gets home from work every day -- or after she does, depending on her schedule -- she figures they'll both enjoy it. Briefly it occurs to her, too, that they're talking about home like they live together and another night it might have freaked her out, but it doesn't seem so scary right now. She smiles up at him as she rolls onto her back, her hands sliding up his thighs as he sits overtop her and her back arches as the touch of his tongue against her breast. If this is what it's like to be spoiled, then she's absolutely all for it.

Her breath hitches when he pushes her legs apart and one of her hands twitches against the bed sheets, clutching them tightly as she feels his moan vibrating across her skin. "Oh, god, Newt," she breathes, pressing toward his mouth, her hips rolling up. The hand that isn't twisted in the sheets gropes for one of his hands on her hip, squeezing blindly, as her breath quickens.