Charles drank deep as Anne flooded his mouth with enough of her nectar to run down his chin, a sure sign that he'd given the woman the kind of climax she wouldn't be forgetting for a very long time. He grinned as he lapped at her, now at an almost lazy, relaxed pace as Anne slowly descended from whatever heights the orgasm had taken her to.

When her body went calm-- limp and boneless, really, or so Charles suspected-- he withdrew his fingers and stood, stretching out above the dark-haired beauty with the flushed face, and crushed his mouth to hers, letting Anne taste the fruits of his labors.