Scarlett settled her knees on either side of his head, mindful enough of her heels as she didn't want to poke his eyes with them, and leaned forward just enough to rest her hands on his chest. Her head tipped back as she rocked gently over him, enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue. It felt good, certainly, but it wasn't quite enough to tip her over the edge.
Until it was.
Crying out in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, Scar's nails pressed in against his skin hard enough to leave marks, though they shouldn't draw blood. And as she came down enough from her orgasm, she leaned further forward so she could undo the front of his jeans, releasing his erection and enveloping it in her mouth. She did love the feel of a man in her mouth, though she definitely expected him to keep his own mouth at work.