"A few weeks later, though, as we began to slow down and explore each other, he was seated on the couch, and I was kneeling over his lap, facing him, his mouth at my bare breast as I unbuttoned his shirt. He sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, a look of utter contentment on his face, then pulled back and muttered with his mouth full, "Ohhh, I can taste you." His tone, his expression, left no doubt about it: he found this a very good thing, though I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised."