Oh my, she thinks, returning the kiss with equal passion. Her hands stroke his head as he descends. Her heart is pounding again, her breath shallow and quick.

She steps out of her jeans without moving away from his mouth. She considers warning him against shredding another pair of her knickers.

No, she thinks, smiling broadly. Her eyes close, her head tips back, her touch replacing her sight. It's a heady thing to be wanted in such a demonstrable fashion.

She gasps at the feel of his mouth on the sensitive skin of her belly.