"And I love you doing that, oh God I love it." That all came out in a rush. "The tongue wiggle. I hate I can't take you home with me because I can't have this there. Or the cuddling."

She tilted her hips a little differently, and exhaled a moan. She could feel herself quiver against his tongue, just once, just a little. A tiny taste of what was to come.

"I love the cuddling."