“Sorry,” I say, pulling back, alarmed, but she just grins.

“You have the hottest mouth I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, tracing it with my finger. “Angelina Jolie’s got nothing on you, girl.”

She rewards me with a lopsided smile that comes and goes as I touch her face. “I wanna kiss you like this.” I lower my head until I can feel her breath on my face, then graze my lips sideways over hers, just gentle friction. She shifts under me and grunts, sucking in air. She gets it and she’s instantly on board, nuzzling back, very gently.

I squeak. “I could just come from that.”

She laughs, and it pleases me to feel it below me as well as hear her low throaty chuckle. “That could be arranged,” she murmurs in that smoky voice and I feel… my god, I’m flying.

So we kiss that for a long time. “Did you like it when I grabbed your hair like that?” I whisper into her ear.

“Sort of.” I make a mental note not to do that again until I get further clarification. Instead I gently stroke back her hair.

I begin kissing her, starting with the place just below her left nipple, then down her belly, into the hollow between her inner thigh and *****. I linger in the right side of that V, tasting the sweet faint salt of her skin, then all the way down to her feet. She has lovely feet, small and pale and delicate as the rest of her. I rub them for a moment, in no particular hurry. She watches me the entire time.

“Still ok?” I ask her.

“More than okay,” she mutters.

Hmm. I suddenly have to taste her. Slowly, I lean forward, moving my hand up her leg. I hover over her ***** and this close, I can smell her. “Can I ask you a question,” I ask, delicately teasing over the dark hair there.

“Hmm. I guess.”

“Why are you so quiet during *****?”

“Am I?”

I slowly move my middle finger up her humid slit, and she gasps slightly. God, her lips look so pretty when she does that.

“I dunno. I always get the feeling that you’re holding back, trying to be quiet, but I could be wrong. I’m often wrong,” I say, pressing a kiss to her leg.