He took her deep and it was amazing, hot and wet and she could feel his tongue moving against her, feel the vibration as he moaned around her.
Her hand fisted in his hair. She was careful, taking it slow, finding a rhythm. She didn't want to go too deep, to make him gag, or to hurt him, but by god she could understand why men enjoyed this so much. It wasn't just the feeling but the sight of him, kneeling there with his mouth wrapped around her, all eager eyes and warm breath.