C8 Enough of self congratulations

The marshmallow was a stroke of luck, though, because the glistening, sugary clinging to her enticingly plump lower lip gave him just the look he needed to get things started. He leaned over and delicately lick it off, drinking in her little gasp of surprise. His stick fell into the fire as he wound his hand into her damp, silky hair. Her trembling lips opened and he slid his tongue inside