Heaving himself off of her, he crawled lower on the bed, realizing vaguely that the two of them had sprawled diagonally across the mattress. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," he admitted with a boyish laugh, muffled against her hip, and slid his fingers into her again, this time to help work her open. Two, at first, then, as he kissed the inside of her thigh, a third, keeping them tucked in together to ease the press of them. This was the first time he felt any real resistance, and he moved slowly, methodically, and just as he felt her tense with discomfort, he buried his face between her legs, his mouth closing over her clitoris.

The taste of her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Unpleasant, he thought, if it had been anyone but her. In fact, the idea of doing this with anyone else seemed utterly ludicrous.