[ There's a shudder as her warm breath hits his straining flesh, his lids dropping half-closed for a moment. When she takes him into her mouth, his hips rock, pushing upward, not hard, but with a determined claiming of territory. The noise he makes is little more than a jittery exhale, the strips of contrabass too faint to be an actual groan. His fingers creep through the strands of her hair. He flexes them, stroking her scalp with the tips of them -- a silent bid for more. ]
Sunday! \^^/