I had been trying to remember to speak English for his sake, but with his mouth on me I was lucky to remember how to speak at all. Cursing vividly in D'Angeline, I thrust my fingers through his hair, my back arching up off the bed. His tongue moved again and I moaned, biting my lower lip belatedly to try and muffle the sound; my foot dug into the small of his back and my eyes fell shut as I whimpered again, wordlessly begging for more.