Like strawberry's

She watched transfixed as he trailed kisses down her thighs before he came face to face with her little flower.

Embarrassed she tried to close her legs but his big head wouldn't let her. She tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

He stared at her little flower like a kid in a candy shop, it was beautiful and pink and so wet... wet for him, her scent drove him mad and without warning or giving it a thought, his lips were on her.

She lets out a gasp at the strong wave of pleasure that passed through her from having his warm mouth on her centre. It was so unexpectedly pleasant it made her stuff his head further between her thighs, her fingers woven into his hair in a firm grip.

He could feel her back arch off the island as he tried to pin her down so he might feast properly but the only thing he could hear was her moans and whimpers, then and there he knew those were his favourite sounds.