Pepper loves the picture he makes like this, enjoying slowly peeling him out of his robe; much like unwrapping a birthday present. (If this really were her birthday present, she would have no complaints.) She hums in approval and encouragement at his ready agreement, fleet fingers eagerly fluttering up and down his chest.

She flushes herself up to the tips of her ears when she breathes out her question, slightly embarrassed by her forwardness despite her ever-increasing arousal. "Shall I sit on your face, like you described? Or should I spread myself out for you on the bed? I want you to decide."