"As long as you give me the night to recover," Jim laughs, and damn if his hands aren't shaking a little as she guides him, fingers closing around the hem of her skirt. Jim pulls it up slowly, eyes drinking in every inch of leg revealed, and he's so caught up in the soft skin of her inner thighs that it nearly stops his heart to look up and find she's not wearing underwear.

"Might need more than one night to recover," he exhales, and then Jim can't do anything but bury his face between her legs.