He pushes my feet up onto the edge of the bed and gently places his lips to my ankle, kissing all the way up the inside of my leg until his face is buried between my legs. He tugs my panties down to my ankles and pushes my dress up over my hips to give himself better access.

“You have a beautiful tattoo,” he whispers as he traces a finger around the outline of a small blue-and-green hummingbird etched just above and to the right of my pubic bone.

His attention to every detail about me—even this small, private tattoo that I’ve barely ever shown to anyone else—feels almost more intimate than the way he’s touching me. But before I can think about that too hard, he lowers his mouth to my pussy, making my mind go temporarily blank.

“Mon Dieu, tu as le gôut du miel,” he mutters as his tongue flicks across my folds. I still can’t understand exactly what he’s saying, but right now, I have a pretty good idea.

I’ve never been a big fan of having guys go down on me because it’s usually sloppy and halfhearted, so I try to pull him away at first—but he’s so good at it that my hands wind in his dark, wavy hair instead and hold him in place so I can grind my pussy against his tongue. He groans hungrily as he eats me out, his tongue pushing in and out of me and swirling around my clit, and I lose myself in it.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, surprised at how quickly he’s turned something I never particularly enjoyed into an experience I never want to end. “Fuck, please don’t stop.”

“You like that, hummingbird?” he mutters, the vibration of his voice against my white-hot bundle of nerve endings ratcheting up the feeling even higher.

“Yes,” I hiss through clenched teeth, and my eyes flutter shut as he fucks me with his tongue. No one has ever made me feel as amazing with their mouth as he is right now, and I don’t want it to end, but as fire builds in my core and my back arches away from the mattress on its own, I know I’m not going to be able to take much more.

“Give it to me,” he demands as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and it’s so shockingly intense that it sends me over the edge.

I shudder against him, riding his face and tongue as I come, and he laps at it like he can’t let a drop go to waste. When it’s over, he emerges from between my legs, his lips and chin gleaming wet in the dim light that dances across his face from the candles.