Well, she'd probably only win because she had a really good imagination a good solid mouthful of him? Even if it wasn't the mouthful she really wanted!

That little oath though? That made her laugh warmly, the action giving her throat just a touch more depth...

...hmmm, it would be so easy to slide off his lap and nudge that towel aside wouldn't it? There was a thought. Ohhh, or she could not nudge the towel aside, mouth him through the cloth and still stay within the rules.

Oh, yeah, she liked that idea. Thought was action to the deed as she drew her mouth off his fingers with a last, lingering lick before fighting free of his grasp to slide down in front of his knees.