Asher is silent save for a soft gasp as Anita's mouth moves down the inside of his thigh. He loves and hates that she knows exactly where to touch him; he has no such advantage, though he does have the benefit of more experience.

His eyes nearly roll back in his head as Anita licks and kisses the soft skin behind his knee, one hand reaching out for Jean-Claude, drawing him into a kiss as his other hand fists in silk sheets.