"I like you in that dress."

He had permission. Geralt lifted her up, enough to pull the dress up over her waist, so that she was sitting on only her knickers against him.

"But I think I like you more out of it. Arms up."

He dropped his head, licking a long, hot stripe across her pale, soft stomach, right above the line of the bottom of her belly, right above the waist of her knickers.