Taking his hum as a sign to proceed, Era continues thoroughly palpating and massaging the muscles of his chest. She eases up with one hand, focusing instead on slowly maneuvering the other until the tips of her fingers reach the borders of his areola. Her touch lightens, shifting to something more appropriate for tracing the demarcation of colour.

Once Era has found a suitable rhythm she adjusts her positioning again, moving her face until its level with his more neglected side. She exhales a heated breath against the sensitive flesh there, lips close enough to brush feather-light against his nipple.