Skwisgaar continued to move down her body, kissing and licking his way down her thigh before he was settled between her legs. When he was finally seated at the right angle, he went back up her inner thigh, leaving a winding trail of nibbles and licks until he got to his destination, and his hand slipped up, first to cup her, then he spread her with two fingers at each side and his tongue curled across, and he looked up at her through his curtain of hair, his usually half-lidded eyes looking up at her, almost childlike despite his age.
He dipped his tongue in slowly, savoring her, before he started at a slow rhythm, working his way up to a complicated darting of his tongue and movement of lips, as he moved his hand away to roll his thumb against her clit, gentle and firm. He was thorough and delighted in exploring her, diving his tongue in deep at first, then working the shallows, undulating as well as pure licking. After a few minutes, he slipped his mouth away and moved his fingers in, just two, and as if playing a song (in fact that's what he was doing, moving his fingers as if playing the song he'd made for her) he moved his fingers within her, thumb still rolling her clit to the beat, watching her with intense interest and desire in his eyes. With his free hand, he swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, wriggling free of them.
He half wondered if she'd catch on to what he was playing - it would be one of the first times ever if she did.