“Though I am not a fan of such vulgar terminology, the act itself does sound quite… Enticing.” Your boyfriend had earlier admitted, his brows raised, eyes carrying a glint of curiosity and desire alike as he processed your request to try something new. Neuvillette remained still, his warm chest pressed against your back. His fingers gently traced patterns along your thighs, and he kissed your shoulder and neck. “Are you comfortable, ma douce?” He whispered teasingly.