As he finally pulled away, leaving her armpit tingling, he moved to the other one, doing the same. Cassandra, breathless from moaning, felt her armpits become as shiny as her nipples from his saliva, as he finished with them.
Looking at his work, he smiled at her before lowering himself to kiss and lick her stomach, his hands gently squeezing her waist as they moved lower, toward her thighs. He gently pushed them apart, and she instinctively tried to stop him, anticipating what he might do next.
"Don't do it there..." she said in a low tone, looking down at him from between her big breasts.
Cassian, however, was focused on kissing her stomach, teasing her sensitive navel. The sensation made her arch her back, pressing her stomach against his face as she said, "That's the main part of my body worship ritual. How could I not?"
"It's not clean..." she said, blushing deeply, which only made Cassian's smile widen as he replied, "That's just how I like it."