His fingers trailed little seeds of grass across her skin. The seeds sprouted and spread through her, heat blossoming from their core. Airy hummed a soft happy note while her lips curled into a lazy pleased smile. It was only when he reached the peaks of her breasts that her reaction changed, even the light pressure inspired a little moan, her body arching towards him in its pleasure.

"Not today." She laughed, a muted throaty sound. "I am a dancer." She'd been dancing since she was a child and while Airy wasn't muscular, she had enough muscles to perform; thin, lean and lethal in their own right.

Her lips parted and those unconnected azure blue eyes looked up at Matt. "You can go further." She wiggled her hips. "I like it when you touch me everywhere." Only that she wasn't going to help him remove the rest of her clothes. Airy was enjoying the lightness seeping through her body as she sprawled across both Matthew and the pillows.