"Jesus." The word came out torn between a laugh and a whisper and Lily's body jerked unexpectedly at the sudden press of his tongue against her. Her hand slid down, fingers tangling in his hair as a shiver worked through her and the muscles along her legs tensed and relaxed again, as she forced herself to keep control, remain calm. This wasn't anything new to her, the act of being with someone, skin on skin, the feel of his mouth on her, but it was different all the same. Thinking on that for too long or too hard was impossible at a time like this and she contented herself with just knowing it was different. Somehow it was.

"God, Sawyer," she murmured, opening her eyes and lifting her head just enough to look down at him. Already, it felt like every part of her skin was especially sensitive, every shift of his head or his hand dragging another tremor from her, but she liked that he was taking her time. She wet her lips slowly, watching him, her fingers still twined gently in his hair, not pulling, just resting against his scalp, moving back and forth slowly in time with her muscles tensing under his hand.