Carrick's hand clutched into a fist again and his body tensed at the incredible, enveloping sensation of Samandriel's mouth and throat enclosing him.
He muttered in Greek, half-snatched words of pleasure and hunger that were almost prayerful.
His hips continued to rise and fall, desperate to have his cock taken deeper into that sinfully good mouth. His hands finally found purchase in Samandriel's hair, pulling the golden head down so he could plunder that wonderful little mouth ever deeper.