Our first encounter.

“He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched me right, he made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. I grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. I shuddered against him, my legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at me, he saw my hair was a wild tumble, and my face was glowing.”