God that whimpering moan, the litany of filthy thoughts in her brain and how he practically swore her name. She wanted to make his brain explode from the force of coming and sped up. Abi stared up at Hemingway and sucked hard, using her tongue to tease him into coming. She was desperate as he was and held his hand tightly, not giving a damn about the nails on her palm or how she was starting to get jaw ache. It didn't matter, she didn't care.
Abi moaned deep in her throat as she lathed her tongue up and down him. She felt as desperate as he was, if she were honest.