Practically humming with satisfaction and triumph, he lapped her up with enthusiasm. The pull on his hair even hurt a little, which he rather enjoyed. He stayed on her, eyes rolling back a little at the taste of her sweetness on his tongue, until the tremors subsided and her leg went limp across his back. "There," he murmured against her skin, disentangling himself and kissing softly back up her waist, bypassing the tangled strip of fabric that was her bundled skirt. "There's my sweet girl."