He takes it slow, easy, it's almost gentle. His lips suck with featherlight brushes, his tongue only darts out occasionally to ghost over the skin. He wants this to be easy, comfortable, a relaxing and pleasureable time that just happens to feel good...it somehow fits with the day, the quiet around them, the peace of the panorama in front of them.

Which doesn't stop him start to bob his head a little faster on occasion, taking him deeper and then shallow again, slowing and then speeding, deliberately keeping him quietly off balance.