She groaned, and her throat caught during a particularly sensual suck. He loved to hear her flagrant, s****l purrs. He blew around the areas where he’d licked and watched her skin pucker. Down he went between her ribcage and explored her further with his tongue. He massaged her protruding hip bones, and she arched her pelvis, showing him where she needed the most attention. Like he could forget the red triangle of divinity! How he ached for her. But this was her time, not his.
And then, he burrowed into his prize as she mewled her consent.
She had the essence of vanilla. Vanilla, sunflowers and musk.
As he got lower and closer to her sacred self, her smell was custard. An aroma so welcoming and thick, so delectable and enticing, you had first to savor it, and then greedily consume it, a
