He unbuttoned his shirt from her body one button at a time, revealing skin inch by inch. Skin that he kissed as it became visible...her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her ribs.
"Dimitri," Eve whispered, her hands coming up to hold his head. "Please."
"Patience," he murmured against her skin. "We have all night."
He continued his descent, kissing her stomach, her hip, the delicate jut of her pelvic bone. He could feel her trembling beneath him, anticipation and need warring inside her.
When he finally reached her pussy, when he finally put his mouth on her clit, Eve gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound that made his cock twitch with need.
He ate her slowly, deliberately, using every technique he'd learned about what made her respond. The specific angle that made her back arch. The specific rhythm that made her thighs clench. The way he could use his tongue and his lips and his teeth to bring her right to the edge without pushing her over.
