She liked his grip there, firm and strong, liked the feeling of the controlled power in his grasp. Liked knowing that at any moment he could drag her down and flip her over and do as he liked--but that he didn't, putting all of that strength and power into making her feel good, feel beautiful, feel cherished even if he might laugh if she ever worked up the courage to use that word with him.

She also liked the loud, wet noises he was making, the unbridled enthusiasm tempered with skill that he put into eating her our, drinking her down and, yes, getting his face wet as she'd asked.

Kathy's hips rocked to the rhythm his tongue had set, hiding a whimper behind a bitten lower lip but quickly losing the battle to stay quiet at all.