I really want to work on more gasps like that. I mean I might freak out at a certain point when I'm doing the gasping, but I think Valkyrie's limit is higher than mine -- no, scratch that, it definitely is, since she lacks my particular set of issues -- but when it's her, well, continue.

That's a bit tough when I'm getting distracted by her mouth on my neck, again, sliding my hand across her shoulder and up her neck, into her hair, the other on a bared patch of skin on her back where her tank top has ridden up a little. (That might have been me. I say might because I am genuinely unsure.)

"Mmmn," I say, as my coherent and thought-out big brain to this. "That's- yes, that. ...wait, back up a- ah- a word or two."