His hands had been tracing patterns across her skin, working down her legs, up her ribs and arms, and across her stomach, slowly exploring her body. His fiery touch from earlier was now more of an icy burn. He worked her closer and closer to the edge with the same consistent motion of his tongue dragging up and down her swollen clit. When she thread her fingers through his hair, she matched his calming energy by softly kneading at his scalp in time with the movements of his head. 