She stepped toward Seth, and without hesitation, rested her hands on his torso, her fingertips delving into the forest of curly, satiny chest hair she had been dying to touch. To her relief, he voiced no protest, only watched her with a feral combination of astonishment, curiosity, and arousal in his eyes. Her fingertips detected his heart, drumming like a conga band beneath the rock-solid breastbone. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over one of his n*****s, already mimicking hers in its peaked hardness, then tasted the other one, suckling and painting it with her saliva.
Lower she traveled along his body, her mouth following the pattern of hair until her tongue plunged into his navel. Her hands clawed downward, and she gently dragged her fingernails over the well-defined ridges
