“Oh god,” Mary breathed, closing her eyes and letting Much do anything and everything to her that he wanted, because so far all of his choices had been excellent for her. Her hand moved to Much’s head without a great amount of thought, fingers sliding gently into his sweat-damp hair to guide him. Not that she felt Much needed guidance, but maybe it was just that Mary had always liked to guide.
“You’re so good at making me come,” Mary whispered, voice catching at the movement of his tongue.