Oh, he wouldn't be so foolish as to think otherwise. Promise. Nor did he want to be. He'd painted her a picture of how things should go, and he fully intended to stick with it.

Even if this was less about finesse and teasing now than he'd expected.

He let her rock against his mouth, giving up on fanciful ideas of exploration, and merely tried to make sure his face pressed up against her most sensitive nerves while he did his work, his fingers drawing patterns on her moving hips.