Her confusion lasts only a moment when he pulls away to switch sides, swiftly forgotten as he nuzzles and nudges against her lace-covered breast like a large cat, his gentle attentions drawing soft sighs from her lips.

She can only nod her head and wet her dry lips with her tongue at Tony's reminder, her hands going to his shoulders. She feels a little dizzy when he begins his meandering journey downward, the reverent, almost worshipful quality to his caresses stealing her breath away. She does her best to watch through the mirror, but she can't help but peek down every once in a while. A soft noise, not quite a whimper, escapes her at the kiss to her navel, her abdominal muscles jumping a little under his lips at the one that follows -- the squeeze of her buttock draws out a little gasp.

One of her hands delves into his hair to pet gently, the other touching his cheek gently, thumb brushing against his bottom lip. She's not sure what exactly he's thanking her for, but she smiles softly in response, watching him under lowered lids and feeling her love for him fill every fiber of her being in this very moment.