He fit between her lower lips, her slick moving along him as she did, painting his length with wetness she'd use to take him in. She didn't need to hold him anymore -- he was more than up enough to nudge at her on his own. Her hand went to join the other, stroking through his hair as she felt the flush in her cheeks spreading down to her chest, looking down to see his mouth at her breast, seeing the flash of a pink tongue before lips closed over her and hid it from view. "Good. Because I can't picture not wanting you. Everything, Fili. I want it all."