he who hesitates is toast

He teases her with his tongue, with the light edge of his teeth, with the changing pressure of his mouth until her gasps and shivers grow more urgent. He makes himself pull back just so that he can kiss her again and again as he slides his hand into her hair and rolls his hips against her, finding their rhythm, slow at first, then faster.

She's the most beautiful thing in the world, he's lost in her, and he never wants to be found.