He pressed his lips together a moment and hazarded a glance up at her. "Oh...no. I...I definitely needed to ask." He made a breathy sound, something akin to a small laugh. He caressed his thumb along her hip.

He inhaled as though to speak again, seemed to think better of it, and leaned to press a light kiss atop soft, springy hair. Reaching up, he encouraged her hands to his shoulders so that she could brace herself. He slid one hand down the front of her thigh, his thumb at the inner curve to encourage her to part her legs slightly.

His breath hitched as he pressed close, nose directly against her and tongue in a soft lap against her cleft. He gave a shaky exhale, and again his tongue found her, hot, and wet, and thrusting further back. He gasped at the first real taste, his eyes sliding shut.