He smiled, eager, as he slid slowly down her body, lips closing around one nipple, against the underside of her breast, her ribs, lower. He could focus on so much: the smoothness of the skin under his hands and mouth, the sounds she was making, the smell of her skin, the heat of her... But when he spread her thighs and bent between her legs, parted lips against her cunt, all he was aware of was her taste.

Instinctively, his tongue flicked out - and God, the taste was sweet. Sweeter than he would have imagined. He let out a soft groan, practically lapping at her. More, he wanted more. If she'd only let him.