Xanthippe moaned around his fingers. There was something weirdly forbidden-y about that, too, that made it all the more hot for her: the feel, the taste, the honestly pretty wild abandon with which she was sucking and licking them clean, her tongue moving between them and around them.

It was a small movement, but her hips rocked just a little bit against his mouth, his chin. She'd said that thing about coming on his face and honestly, if he was offering, she was willing to take.