"That was the plan," he murmured, working his way higher, the barest tip of his tongue drawing a line from from the inside of her knee to the very top of her thigh.

"What was it you wanted? My lovely mouth?" He teased, his eyes bright with mirth as he kissed the rise of her hip, drawing ever closer to her sex. He breathed across her skin, pressing her knees a bit wider, then traced along the outer folds of her cunt with the barest brush of his tongue, then deeper, his tongue just grazing the tightening bud of her clit.

If this was all she wanted, a lazy morning with his face buried between her legs, he would be perfectly content.