Rayner's face didn't just look excited- he practically had the hungry look, sharp and brimming with lust and confident pleasure that he wore when he was the one acting profoundly dominant, even as he sat there before her and took the commands like Celeste was some kind of royalty sending him to her beck and call. He didn't feel subservient, yet she felt powerful. It was exhilarating. He knew she wasn't all flushing and shyness, but this was still almost bizarre it was so new. It was hot as hell. He always desired her, and she had a way of turning him on, but she had no idea what kind of a new level her so brazenly, unabashedly wanting it, being in charge and demanding, fully confident did to it. It was an ego boost to him, in that open desire, and in that he was bedding some kind of goddess. And it felt good to have a partner opened so naturally and 100% expressive, none of her usual hint of nervous control.<br/><br/>That said, he lowered himself between her spread legs, hunkering down to get his head in just the right spot, and then bit the inside of her thigh so low it was practically beside her mound.<br/><br/>Rayner's body spread on the sheets, ignoring it as his leg rested against Tellus, and wrapped his hands beside her buttocks to grip her hips from underneath, as if helping to hold her still while he ground his teeth lightly, before biting down tighter and tugging on the skin. He left the skin of that side covered with little sharp nips, all orbiting the lingering red of the bigger bite, and the while his hands progressively squeezed harder against the soft flesh covered bone, and he finally moved over her pussy.<br/><br/>Rayner looked up, staring her in the eyes dead on, hungry and spirited to where, from this angle, it could almost be defiance, even as he very slowly opened his mouth and extended his tongue. Staring at her, every inch of the way as he let it touch the skin between her anus and pussy, sweeping the tip across after and leaking away wetness, before it centered. Always staring up, inching ever closer, spreading more of his tongue along skin. And then up he went, pressing his tongue against her while it swept over her- and if she wasn't still holding her lips open, he'd begrudgingly move his hands to do it himself. Tongue not entering, but pressed deep against the open sex, flattened out and collecting as much of her as he he could manage, sweeping over the soft folds.<br/><br/>Done.<br/><br/>And he'd slowly fold his tongue back into his mouth. He was no talent next to her for show with the motions or any kind of grace, but he thought he could do enough to drive her crazy as he openly savored the taste and rolled it about in his mouth, before he leaned back again and let lighter licks sweep every inch around the outside, cleaning the area- and wetting down that which was clean to begin with.