Maneuvering to get the thong off of her is slightly clumsy--it ends up mostly around one of Molly's thighs, and neither of them really cares. But once it's out of the way he can actually get a good look at her, pink and flushed and wet for him.

When he bends to take his first taste of her, it's slow and deliberate, his tongue sweeping over her labia and the hood of her clit. The flavour is every bit as complex and rich as he remembers, and he nearly purrs.