One hand comes up and grabs his wrist in a strong grip. She looks up at him and shakes her head, just enough to get him to ease his eager grip, not enough to break contact. A little fillip of her tongue against that sweet spot beneath the head should be enough to persuade him she knows what she's doing.

Another moment and he's getting more of what he wants, just not all of it, not yet. She takes him in, as deep as she can, a bit quicker now, stroking along his length, tongue hitting every note pitch perfect and making his whole body sing.