A gift of five dimes

Turning her palm upward, he reaches into the pocket of his tailored trousers and pulls out five shiny new dimes., Placing a dime on each extended fingertip, he smiles and says “These are for you. Under no circumstances are you drop them”
Watching closely as the final coin is places carefully on her thumb, he collects her other hand, and once again, brings it to his mouth. Rather than stop with a mere kiss on each finger, with a devilish twinkle in his hazel eyes, he glides his tongue down the length of each digit to the fold where they meet. One after the other he does this until each has been given the same attention as the last. Her expression changes from one of piqued curiosity to desire as the final flick is delivered. Then, ever so carefully, he places this second hand on top of the first, over top of her first hand, trapping the coins between there small fingers.

Making his way behind her, course hand caressing the length of her forearm, over the elbow and then to the smoothness of her lower back, his touch never leaving her, he speaks softly.