Thank you OneWord.com for this one: icing.
His tongue moved down her body as if he were licking the icing off a cupcake. There was force behind each lick. He tasted her, savoring the feel of her skin against his tongue.
She writhed underneath him, willing him to use more than his tongue. Finally, she felt his teeth on her nipple. Her back arched. His teeth grazed the soft underside of her breast. She mewled.
He moved down her torso, over her stomach, tongue and teeth alternating. He nipped at the delicate skin on her hip. He grinned to himself as he held her hips in place. He licked her mons, sunk his teeth in, and felt her heat rise.
At last, she felt his tongue dip into her pussy. fucking her with his tongue. She screamed as her hips rose up to meet his mouth.