Oh, yes. That lick goes all the way down to her clit, almost as efficiently as if he'd put his mouth there. Her breath caught, she pushes her thumb past his lips to press against his tongue, possessive and intense.

"Good. Now suck," she whispers, because Mako likes to praise. She does it very rarely, but she likes to, and with Raleigh it's hard to not want to. Tell him how wonderful he is, how precious, and how cared for.

She throws one leg over him and comes to sit just above his lap, maybe more like straddling his waist here, her core pressed against nothing erotic in particular. Her free hand is against his chest for balance, and when she thinks her thumb is wet enough, she draws it out and brushes it against his left nipple.