I feel oral sex is far more intimate than actual sex, so when my characters want to TASTE one another, I feel it's far more primal, more intense, than just pumping away.
So, when my characters crave each other on a deeper level, that need to taste is always there.
Of course, they don't know why they HAVE to know what they feel and taste like, only that it is a driving need.
I guess you could say, I'm a huge fan of oral sex and that is why.
His touch was like fire against her skin, igniting a blaze deep inside her belly that spread to her groin, heating and slicking her insides until she was just as desperate as he to feel skin on skin. “You don’t know what you do to me,” Reece said, his voice a harsh rasp against the bare skin of her neck as his hand went up her dress to find her folds. Even as she gasped in shock at his bold touch, she reveled in the fact that he never hesitated, only took what he wanted. He was the antithesis of every thing she ever thought she wanted in a man. “You smell like strawberries and cinnamon,” he groaned, rising to pull her down against the seat, shimmying her dress up over her hips. “Reece,” she squeaked, trying to gather her wits and her dress before she lost the ability to reason. “The driver—” “Is paid well enough to keep his eyes on the road,” he answered, his eyes blazing with heat as he removed her panties and gazed down at her. “Fucking A, you’re hot.” A combination of embarrassment and desire warred within her as she fought the urge to cover herself but there was something so intense about the way Reece was looking at her — as if she were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen — that when he hooked her legs over his shoulders and buried his mouth against her, she didn’t resist. Not even in the slightest. Hell, she might’ve even lifted her hips to meet his hungry mouth. Good heavens. What had become of her dignity? Was she really being tongue-fucked in the backseat of a moving vehicle? Ohhhh, yesss!