She'd been right, it did feel pretty good when he used his tongue lightly against her. Though the scratchiness kind of made her tingle and squirm against him almost as he nearly tickled her, she reached down and slid her hands into his hair. She liked watching his tongue do all the work, probing against her and making her wriggle against him. She had a feeling that was half of the reason he liked to do it, to watch her squirm in ways that nothing else made her squirm against him.