That smile could make her toes curl, his look so unguarded and appreciative. She wished they were in a better position so she could admire him better without having to turn her head so much, but there were smaller, more intimate cues that she adored too, from the shift of his grip and his moans to the way his body shuddered as she touched him. And those, by far, were more honest than anything that could be said with words.

She squeezed his thighs briefly in reward when she continued, fighting back her gag reflex the few times she took him in too deeply. It was a precarious balance that would pay off in the end and it did when he finally broke, her tongue tasting the first splash before he pressed further into her mouth and spilled.

Even swallowing what she could, some of it still made its way past her lips, and she lifted a hand to catch what was left while he finished. She sucked him once more and then released him with a wet sound that only could be called obscene, ducking her head so she could run her thumb over her lips and clean herself up.