"There is nothing to forgive," she tells him, between kisses up his thigh. "You are lovely, to me, just as you are."

When her mouth has ALMOST reached his balls, she stops, switches to working her way up his other leg. "I think I can almost taste the honey that was in the soap, on your skin, and the cinnamon. Another layer of complexity to your taste."

When she's worked her way up almost to his balls on the other leg, she stops for a moment, grins. Then she flicks his cock with her tongue ever so lightly.