Belle heard herself make a rather undignified squeaking sort of noise at the first touch of his tongue, the sensation a little strange at first. But as she gave herself over to it--the fact that he was doing this at all, that it felt almost like he was worshiping her as ridiculous as that seemed, and how it felt to have the man she loved touching her this way--something far closer to a moan came from the back of her throat.
"Oh. That's...wonderful, you're wonderful," she wasn't even thinking as she spoke, just letting the most coherent thoughts she had free as she felt herself arching up against his mouth and her fingers held tight to his head. She wanted so much to feel more of him, even though this little bit--after so many years in the dark, alone and untouched, was nearly overwhelming.