They're just words until he actually does it, but hell if the sentiment doesn't spur him on. As lazy a day as this threatens to be (as lazy a day as they deserve, frankly, after last night), he's inclined to drag this all out.

More kisses to her inner thigh, nibbling at her skin. Moving to her outer lips, taking his time about delving between them - and when he finally does, it's to run his tongue along her inner lips, stopping just before he reaches her clit with a precision born from years of familiarity. He'll get there, but not before she's frustrated enough to ask for it. And if that takes some time, so be it: the opportunity to refamiliarize himself with her body is one he still can't quite believe he has.