Nathaniel's fingers danced their way down Melissa's side, gliding across the skin. He was more tender than he normally would be, not wanting to blemish that fair skin. He was almost worshipful of it, even as he took a firm grip of her breast and began to squeeze. Lightly, of course.

Kissing the nipple, he looked up and into her eyes - lips pulling up into a small smile. "What shall I do to you next..."