Her Taste by Kilted Wookie He looked down on her as she lay, naked, on the bed before him; her legs open, inviting. He feasted on her with his eyes; drinking in her dark hair and pale skin. Her emerald eyes flashed as she smiled up at him. She flinched as he ran his fingertips up and down the inside of her thighs; dragging his nails lightly over her skin. Again and again, the fingers approached, and each time she wondered if this time would be the time that he touched her soft, lower lips. Each time, to her increasing torment, just when it felt that he had to touch her, his fingers drew away. Time passed, and his lips replaced his fingers. The sensations changed, but the torment remained. Approach, retreat... Approach, retreat... Each time, the warmth of his breath, the closeness of his mouth to her most sensitive of skin caused her to shiver. He could see the tension in her build. He could feel it in the tightness of her thighs as he kissed them. Her lips glistened with her moisture.