He snuffs a small laugh against her chest, moving lower, lapping at the line of chocolate down her centre, following it where it leads. His fingers still play at her breasts and he's glad he's too low for her to reach now, glad to remove the danger of peaking too early.

'You'll get me.'

But not yet. He's too busy slipping his tongue into her folds, moaning at the sweetness, licking at her swollen clit with gentle, feather-light strokes.