The Marine wasn't normally the type of man to savor dessert before dinner, but here and now John Grimm was all for bending his rules. Buried there between her flawless thighs Reaper found himself in utter awe; the tip of his tongue focusing in on her clit completely, flicking and lavishing it with praise. Just the taste of her on his lips was intoxicating and his frame shuddered with need, the need to draw out all that her body had to offer.
Those nails of his raked so faintly across her thigh once more. This time drawing little patterns against her skin. At last though his hands eased up higher, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt and drifting up until he cupped her breast once more. Eager fingers moving to brush back and forth across her nipples. Rolling and so softly pinching on those hardened buds too.
When she screamed his name, and asked if he was sure, the Marine merely gazed up from his place between her thighs...and with a teasing wink Grimm rolled his tongue across her clit quickly, before the tip of his tongue eased inside her warm wet center.