She translated that incoherent babbling quiet well.

There were a few consonants, several elongated vowels, a moan that made Reinette quite glad they were reclined as her knees went weak, all ending on a rather tempting purr. She cut a trail of tongue and teeth along his chest until her lips settled over and ear, gently tracing its shell.

I enjoy all of that as well.

Inner muscles contacted -- for she was well taught in many things -- pulling him deeper, closer. Brushing against the very start of her pleasure and letting him feel it as well.

Her eyes sparked with stars of a different sort.