He wastes no time in parting her legs, and diving straight back in. He takes his time now, softly licking, nipping, teasing. She’s panting, and whispering soft moans, but he wants her loud, he wants her screaming. He ups his attack on her senses and starts tracing letters on her clit with his tongue. In her haze, she can just  about make out the letters. She feels the M, then the I, his name for her she thinks. But then just as she’s feeling what she thinks is another M, it ends. There’s no downward stroke, just a brief pause before the next letter starts, E. 