The translucent silken stockings are tossed onto the floor. They unravel from their ball and float to the woolen rug like skinny parachutes.
Then he's moving between her legs again, but this time his kisses move down rather than up. He bucks her legs upon his shoulders, one on either side then dips his head, his tongue slowly probing, tasting the aftermath of her first joining. Ambrosia and as smooth at royal honey. He lets his mouth plant full against her, so that he can savor the experience slow and hot.