A/N:I am, milking this connection between them really, ain't I? I want her to have this one after the falling apart. Allow it...
Phei's left hand found her ass — the heavy, yielding globe that had been pressed flat against the mattress, its weight spreading the flesh into a wide, warm expanse that spilled slightly over his grip when he palmed it.
His fingers sank into the soft underside where cheek met thigh — that impossibly tender crease of flesh that gave beneath his hand like something designed specifically to be held — and he gripped her, pulling her hips up off the sheets, tilting her pelvis tighter against his mouth before releasing and delivering a single, precise slap.
Not hard or punishing.
Just sharp enough to send a jolt through her body that made her gasp and clench and then melt, the sting dissolving into heat that fed directly into the inferno his tongue was building at her centre.
