Alec had gotten very good with his mouth. He talked a big game, even though he hadn't spent a whole lot of time talking that game to Lenore. It was because he had a patience here that he didn't seem to have anywhere else, not unless it was with Lenore. When he did this, he didn't rush to the end, he took it slow, like they had all the time in the world. They didn't - he could feel time right itself, even like this.
Alec could do this for hours. He could take her apart like this over and over again, and that was a new feeling. He hadn't had sex in weeks, in months. And he obviously wanted it. But again, he felt that patience only Lenore could inspire in him. Afterwards, he pulled back slightly, licked his lips before kissing her inner thigh again. He wanted to cover every inch of her body with his lips. He wanted to capture her moans and save it as a ring tone. She was so fucking gorgeous.
"If you could see you like this," he murmured, lifting up slightly, to kiss her stomach as he smoothed his hands up her ribs. "You would be so turned on right now." And he was smirking, even as he kissed her stomach, because she was obviously turned on and it was hot.