“I thought I was.” She dipped her head to kiss around his belly button again, licking at the faint salt-sweat taste and the fine hair. A single nervous spark far down whispered that she didn’t know what she was doing, and what if he didn’t like it, but she ignored it.
“More…I…I want more…” he whispered with some hesitancy, squirming underneath her as he reached out to play with her hair, looking awed as the darker locks fell through his long fingers. Grunting then and pushing his stomach up into her lips, he moaned and slammed his head back against the pillow as he whispered her name.
She breathed a chuckle. “I don’t know if you’ve earned more,” she said, pulling the fabric of his jeans away from his skin. She made sure not to touch him at all, doing that, just breathed against the erection pressing against his pants.