She purrs, nodding around him, her eyes falling closed. She's still going to take her time and savour this. She loves this, loves the heft of him in her hands, loves the taste of his skin, the silken heat stretched tight over bone.

She takes just the crown between her lips, her tongue tracing an endless spiral around the very tip. Slow as the sunrise, she presses against him, lips tight, tongue keeping an even pressure, guiding him along the roof of her mouth. She won't make him come yet, but she knows how to take him right to the edge and hold him there.