Ashleigh couldn't stop herself from moaning softly as his tongue slowly slid over each of her breasts. It always felt good but this... there was just something about this. She was almost quivering with desire when he finally managed to pull every hint of icing from her nipples.
She took in a deep breath when his lips and teeth made their way down her stomach until his bottom lip was brushing over the top of her panties when he kissed her. Her hips lifted slightly as he pulled the thin material away from her body and discarded it to the floor.
He was so amazingly good at this and she had to bite her lip to silence as gasp as his fingers slowly deposited icing over all of her sensitive bits. That was nothing compared to the way it felt when he leaned in to clean it all off again.
Ashleigh was a writhing mess when he finally fished with her thighs and she was more than ready for him to go for that last dollop of frosting. Which became obvious when she lifted her hips up in encouragement. She wasn't usually so impatient but a part of her felt as if she was going to explode.