He paused to savor the intoxicating scent, which sent his imagination reeling and got his mouth watering.

Growing bolder, he tentatively tickled the fine hair that lined the cleft, slowly dragging his tongue up and down, marveling at the velvety texture. 

When he could wait no more, he pressed his face into the firm but yielding flesh, reveling in the glorious sensation as it surrendered to him and sent juices running down his chin and his neck.

“For the love of God!” she cried.  “Do you have to do this every time? Just eat the fucking peach already!”