The scent of her, the heat of her skin against my face—I was starving for her.

My tongue traced her slowly, savoring, teasing, making her body beg for more.

“Mmm, dinner tastes incredible,” I murmured, licking deeper.

She gasped, thighs trembling. “I told you… dinner was me.”

I smirked against her, dragging my tongue just where she needed it most.

“And I plan to lick the plate clean.”

Then I dove back in, determined to make her come undone.