he who hesitates is toast

He hums assent into her skin, tracing each changing texture of her with the tip of his tongue and the press of his lips before he draws back slowly to the very tip, then pulls off and says, "Every day. Every night. Every morning. Always."

He draws his fingers over her thigh down to the back of her knee, then her ankle, then slowly and steadily back up again, going higher and higher as he switches to take her other breast in his mouth, giving it the same focused attention and care.