"I am," Muriel murmured, smirk widening against the brush of his thumb, then sucking it into her mouth and biting down gently, hand working on him all the while.
But no. She could feel him beginning to harden, and she wanted him to grow in her mouth, wanted to watch him watch her as his cock swelled between her lips. So she released his finger, worked her hand over him again, and this time followed it with her mouth, closing around him and sliding down. She watched him as she did, holding that suggestion of a smile as long as she could, until his cock stretched her mouth too wide.
She could feel him growing harder as she pulled back, moaned against him as she slid down again. His jaw was slackening, eyes both glazed and intent. She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth, bobbed there for a moment, then sunk down again. Gods, the look on his face...
By now he was hard enough that she could move her hand, so she did, taking him all the way into her mouth. As she pulled back, she slipped her hand between his legs, fingers sliding between the cheeks of his backside to stroke over his anus. How would he like that? She'd never thought to do that to a man before, but she thought perhaps George might enjoy it.