The added sensation of his tongue at her clit surprised Dejah, made her cry out in pleasure. Her back arched, her nails bit into the sheets. Dejah's breath quickened in her chest. Even if he couldn't pay the added attention to her breasts, it didn't stop Dejah. Her fingers ran up her ribs, over her breasts.

"Oooh...oh, goddess, yes," Dejah moaned, looking down at him through her dark lashes. "So glad we...decided to...do this."