Phei kissed lower; the hollow of her throat to the slope of her collarbone. The upper swell of her breast, where water still ran in thin, shining trails over skin gone flushed and sensitive. He followed one of those trails with his tongue, then closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked slowly, thoroughly, as if he had all morning and no intention of wasting any of it. Melissa's back arched.
A richer sound left her whole her breast in his mouth felt even fuller now, the peak tightening against his tongue.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, not pulling him away — holding him there and tighter.
He gave the other breast the same unhurried worship. Open-mouthed kisses over the soft underside. The slow drag of his tongue across the tight bud and the gentlest scrape of his teeth that made her thighs tighten around him and another moan spill from her throat.
