[ she leans into the taste, chasing after his tongue as only a wanton Diva can. She's in the mood, most certainly, wanting him to feel loved, wanting to claim him as hers all over again.
He was... special. And with a trail of her finger tips along his thigh, she grips him, hard, sliding a thumb over his head and around his slit. He made her moan often enough. It was far past time she did the same. ]