Ears
She likes when he kisses below her ear, brushing his lips against her neck and his cheek against her jaw, his fingers tucking strands of hair out of the way of his mouth.
He likes it when she bites his ear playfully, her tongue soothing the aggressive mark, lingering behind his lobe at his throat.
She likes it when he growls in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
He likes it when she whispers in his ear, in her low, throaty alto seductive and caring.
She thinks his ears are unnervingly symmetrical and sometimes, he just thinks she likes to hear herself talk.
