He knelt before her further; he'd promise to start at her ankles and work his way up, had he not? And he was a man of his word, so 'twas with lips and tongue that he made his way slowly up, letting the anticipation build. When he was upright again, he murmured, "Slide your hands into my hair, cherie," before continuing his ascent.

He kissed the back of her knee. Nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh. Dragged his tongue up through the wetness that covered her skin and nuzzled her soft curls, trying to stoke her desire to new heights.