Malachi reached down and gently ran his hands over her hair. Scattered moans and groans came from him as occasionally his hips bucked in response of her movements. The pleasure of her mouth and tongue on his erection was practically sobering. All he could think about was how she felt, what she was doing, and how she didn't miss anything, using her hands and mouth unison.
"God, Lav," he groaned, his hand still stroking her hair. The words were followed by a moan.