Summer smiled, rising above him. Gently she put his hand away from her, drawing it up to her mouth. She began by kissing the tips of his fingers, one by one, then began to examine them minutely with tongue and lips and fingertips. She traced her tongue down into his palm, nibbled at the heel of his hand, kissed along the lines and calluses. Delicately she ran her tongue down the large vein in his arm, biting at his wristbones, searching out every sensitive point along his arm, licking at each scar and mark.