He admired her a long moment , as long as he dared with the chocolate on her skin sliding in the weight of gravity and the heat of the room of her skin, before he leaned in toward her. He made no effort to support her breasts now, just seeking her skin haphazardly. His teeth and tongue scraped up chocolate and cuts of strawberry, filling his mouth with tart, sweet flavors and the underpang of her skin. It was hard not to groan with each pass but he did let himself be worshipful.