The sound of his names on her lips - on any woman's lips - that was the most wonderful of sounds ever created. Right up there next to them screaming as they came for him. The best, of course, was when they screamed his name and thanked God for his existence. Especially when it was the only time they believed in a higher power. Atheists were massive fun to tease following such exertions.
Remy really wanted to stop. Really wanted to slide up the length of her body and bury himself inside her and just ride those eager hips until she was too weak to move and too hoarse to do more than give a whispered plea for more, always more. But that would be selfish, now wouldn't it?
So he kept his tongue right where it was, murmuring praises in mangled French that no one would be able to understand as his mouth had to do the triple duty of speaking, sucking and licking at the same time. Fingers gripped her hips on one side and slipped in along the crack of her ass on the other, thumb hooking in to thrust slowly in and out of her at the very edge of her entrance.