The firmest of his attentions makes her go rigid with tension, eyes scrunched shut, breath held as she focuses entirely on that single point of bliss. With his soft kisses in counterpoint, she sags, gasping for breath, moaning, her hands fisting in the sheets.

Her body responds, just as surely and obviously as his does, warm honey flowing freely. She lifts her hips to press against his mouth, trying to find the rhythm of his teasing, but it's not there yet. Coherent thought is not an option right now. He's fulfilling a long-held fantasy of hers, one she never in a million years thought would happen, and all she can do is lie here and take it.