"Her flesh was soft and sweet, a delight to his senses in the flickering light. The low moan she made when he took the rosy tip into his mouth sent a renewed surge of vigor to his already throbbing manhood.
With her attention focused on what his mouth was doing, her legs had fallen open, allowing him access to her sweetest flesh. He slipped one hand up beneath the rumpled silk of her shift and cupped her soft curls in the palm of his hand.
She arched off the cloak, hands clutching at his back. Sweat beaded on his face as he drew her nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth gently over it as he stroked the damp petals of her womanhood."
Heart of the Dragon -- Sharon Schulze