Jonesy's mouth is the eighth wonder of the world—at least, as far as Nikki is concerned.
Everything about it entrances her.
His teeth shine so bright when he smiles at her. She didn't know a man could make her melt from his grin alone until she got with him.
His lips know how to kiss her so well. They press against her own in ways which make her moan with pleasure. They suck on her neck so divinely, sometimes threatening to leave her with hickeys she has to cover the next morning. His lips treat her just as he tenderly as does (unless she demands him to be rough with her).
His tongue is a phenomenon. When it slips betwixt her lips, mingling with her own tongue, it makes her feel warm; it makes her pulse. When it swirls around and around between her thighs, she nearly passes out from the pleasure. He laps her up like she's made of honey, like he'll die without tasting her. She knows that face-riding is not a form of transportation, but it might as well count if his tongue takes her places.
Shit, he takes her places.