"Molly, Molly, Molly," he murmured as his mouth moved down her stomach, tongue licking up every little bead of sweat that rolled over it. Some of it his own, yes, but tasty just the same as it mingled with that soft skin.
Remy crawled himself backwards so he could comfortably bury his nose in the crease of her jeans before his teeth went to work once more. Opening the button and then sliding down the zipper to let the two halves part so his mouth could kiss at the mound of hair laying just beneath the clean black panties.
"Vous goût étonnant. Je ne peux pas attendre pour boire sec et vous foutre ton cul."