He pressed his mouth to the soft skin just above her pubic bone, kissing the damp, warm flesh slowly.
The faint salt of her sweat mixed with the lingering scent of her arousal on his tongue.
He kissed in lazy pecks across the sensitive area, tracing the crease where her thigh met her hip, then moving higher in unhurried passes.
Slowly the pecks transformed into kisses and each kiss lingered longer than the last. Each slow drag of his tongue felt deliberate, as if he had decided to map every inch of her body before taking anything more.
Zeyra's breathing changed almost immediately… deeper, less steady. Small, involuntary sounds escaped her whenever his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot.
Her hands rested loosely on the moss at first, fingers occasionally curling into the greenery when the sensation sharpened.
He continued upward at the same unhurried pace.
