He hums against her, his own pleasure and desire simmering in his blood, his name on her lips as sweet as music. His cares and worries have evaporated like so many water droplets on the searing hot surface of a griddle; they are as untouchable as steam while she is warm and real and solid and wanting in his arms. He swirls his tongue and his thumb against her at the same time, drawing her closer, sinking as deeply into her as he can.