Roland looked up at her, raising one heavy eyebrow. "Nariko," he said, his voice very clear and edged rather with amusement, "even having known me so short a time, do you really think I would have done that if I didn't want to?" Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping for a moment at the tender skin. "Women taste better than men, anyroad. Cry out if you think you might lose your balance, we'll move to the bed."

And before she had a chance to respond, he ducked his head again, fastening his mouth over her clit and sucking, his tongue swirling lightly over the little nub. Her taste was diluted by the bathwater, of course, but that could always be remedied, and he was in no hurry. Contrary to her worries, he'd always enjoyed going down on women, and he was good at it. Part of that was knowing to vary it; now sucking, now licking, now moving away to leave a lovebite on the inside of her thigh while he brought his hand into play. If she hadn't been sure it was okay with him, the enthusiasm he was showing for it ought to have been enough to prove it - that was, if she could think straight enough.