He watched her as she watched him, liking the view from his point as she licked her lips, his tongue dipping inside of her a little as he worked out a rhythm in his head. Work her up, get her wet for him all over again, then take his tine sucking on her folds, even nipping at them. His breath was hot against her skin as he slowly pushed his tongue into her until his face was pressed right into her hair. God, he could get used to this level of intimacy as he memorized the places that made her squirm or gasp. A hand snaked up over her belly to a breast and he cupped it, kneaded it, digging his fingertips into the supple flesh.