I’m lost in the syrupy delight, and he runs the back of his fingers down my soft belly, then follows the path with his tongue and lips and teeth. “You’re delicious all over,” he rasps against my navel, his breaths hot on my skin. “All woman and need. I can smell your arousal.” I flush, a little embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. You smell amazing. Musky and sweet and all that is marvelously you.” He presses a kiss right on my pubic bone. “I want the taste of your pussy on my tongue again.”
