There were no coherent thoughts in his mind at the moment, only her, what was happening right then, how it felt. The way she was looking in his eyes, how good her tongue felt, the pleasure she applied with her hand. It was an overwhelming feeling of bliss, it blocked everything else, leaving him only with the sensations of what she was doing. Inexperience didn't even become a factor, not when she was so eager, doing everything she could to make it perfect for him.
Lips parted, mouth open, his breathing coming out in ragged pants, muscles on his body becoming more tense. When she pulled back, looked up at him, it was almost too much. But the way she said good, the tone she used, the obvious lust in her voice, it really did make him lose it. His body sat up slightly on the bed, one hand tangled in her hair, and he growled her name. His face was the perfect expression of bliss, and it the building sensation came to a thunderous climax, bolt of pleasure shooting up his body. His hips bucked involuntarily as he came in her mouth, she had made it too good.