It was one of the things Wilke loved about being with her like this, the sounds only he heard and the ones he made that she would feel against her lips, her throat, and now her breasts as he moved from one to the other while her hand tortured him in the best way. He breathed her name into the quiet room and, knowing she couldn't hear it, he moved to the sensitive upper swell of her breast and traced a D there with his tongue.