March bit his lip. The smallest brush her rough tongue against the drum-tight skin of his belly sent pangs of pleasure rocketing through him. He couldn't help but shudder as her warm, wet trail of saliva rapidy cooled his blisteringly hot stomach. "Oh, it won't be going anywhere anytime soon, that's for sure," He pulled her closer and, with one finger, traced a slow orbit around out of her pert, milky nipples before grabbing hold with a savage squeeze and forcing it into his always-hungry mouth.