“Tell?” He pulled back from her, letting his hands move to her hips where he would start, essentially, to clean her off. The bottom up always seemed the better plan. “Why not just show?” The god snickered, hoisting her hips a little as his head leaned forward to swipe his tongue against the back of her right thigh where the stem of the orchid was found.
She closed her eyes, letting herself relish in the sensation of his tongue along her skin. It was such a contrast of experience, his tongue– her flesh and the sticky caramel cool against her back. In truth, she loved that he showed– shivering under his touch.