[ She'd had the thought earlier that he could probably do anything with his tongue and she'd enjoy it, and she's quickly finding that to be true. That low, contented laugh bubbles its way out of her as he explores her navel.
His hesitation, however, makes her prop herself up, reaching her free hand out to brush his cheek. ]
no subject
His hesitation, however, makes her prop herself up, reaching her free hand out to brush his cheek. ]
I'm sure. Are you?