He hums his agreement at her instruction (a dessert-based metaphor is a very good choice), wrapping his arms around her thighs and tilting his face up toward her folds. Tentatively, he opens his mouth and licks her with the flat of his tongue, starting with long licks across her opening and upward, then focusing in on that little bud, her 'clit.' He imagines it a dessert, her juices the icing, though it tastes different, more salty than sweet. Not that the taste matters, what matters is her enjoyment.