The way he looked down at her was humbling. It was wanting, and its heat was directed at just her. She wondered if he'd thought about it in her absence, and that was enough to make her whimper all on her own.
The thumb across her cheek was so careful, so sweet, so careful that it inspired her to redouble her efforts. Carefully running her lips and tongue up and down his length, she reached up to run her fingernails down his stomach as she sucked him into her mouth.
She tried not to break eye contact, wanting to live up to what she half-hoped he'd imagined her doing, if only because she was sure she'd daydreamed or dreamed about him as well.