She tilted her head. Slid a slow hand down his chest, fingertips trailing along his sternum with patient, almost idle consideration, as though she were simply enjoying the shape of him in the warm afternoon light.
"My love." Her voice had gone low and warm, threaded with that particular sparkle she reserved for moments when she intended to tease him without mercy.
"I have known you for ten years of your life and close to one and half months since you stared changing, and you have, without exaggeration, made me come more times in one day than the entire decade I spent in the Montgomery mansion combined. Counting both my marriage and my time alone with my own hand.
"There is no version of you that arrives at my door finite. You are infinite. You are an infinity I have personally measured. Do not insult my data."
