He knew normally she'd blush and turn away, but he hoped tonight she was just drunk enough to let go completely, and he wasn't disappointed. It was the hottest thing, the way she blushed, the way her lips parted. He wasn't shy about taking himself in hand, not that he did it a lot in front of girls, but it wasn't a big deal for him. He knew his body and that women appreciated it. "Gorgeous," he murmured, creeping up the bed, so hard he was aching. When she pushed her finger inside of herself, he moved his own to join it, sinking into her tight heat. Merlin, she was perfect.
"Please what?" he asked, her little whimpers making him heady. But he didn't wait for her to answer. He wasn't that cruel. He dipped his head down and took her hand away, sucking her finger into his mouth before moving between her legs, pressing teasing little kisses along her thighs. Finally, he dragged his fingers along her lips, easing them apart as he licked a long stripe down her center, teasing at her entrance. He could feel her whole body tense and shudder, so he did it again. Over and over, loving the way she smelled and tasted and trembled. "You taste so good," he murmured, moving up to suck that delicate little nub between his lips, one of his fingers moving to push inside of her.
He loved this, loved her. She meant so much to him and knowing what it felt like to see someone else with her? He just wanted to worship her, with his body and his heart. With everything.