[ Her kneaded his thighs, a move meant to substitute the quiet hum of approval each time he whispers her name, that he shifts according to her whim.
He was pure music and Diva, as always, the instrument that plucked him.
She swallowed him whole, moving lips and mouth over the contours of his head, down his shaft as she bent, wanting him, wanting all of him for just a moment more. She wanted to hear his gasp above the surging of his blood. ]