The touch to his cheek eased any residual concern he had in making such an intimate request. He would never be comfortable assuming more familiarity than he had with another. It was good to feel it was welcome.

He would never have guessed her voice could be so throaty, usually high and clear. Or that either of them could give over to this level of abandon without a lot more coaxing. Perhaps long familiarity had him trusting her more than he had realized, and vice versa. Those thoughts quickly faded.

He used both thumbs to spread her a little wider and give himself better access with his mouth. Taking his time, he found the small, hard nub of flesh he had been stroking with his thumb and teased it past his lips with light suction. He flicked gently with his tongue, released, and plunged back deeper again. He moaned when he managed to part her lips and get a real taste. Maker's breath, she was good. He wanted more.