Damien felt his own control starting to slip. The combination of how she felt around him, how she responded to every touch, the sounds she made – it was pushing him toward the edge.
He pulled out, moving to kneel beside her head. Lyristae understood immediately, opening her mouth as he positioned himself.
He didn't have to ask for her to respond.
"Yes. Please."
She took him back into her mouth, and this time there was no hesitation. She sucked him with enthusiasm, her hand working what her mouth couldn't reach, clearly wanting to bring him to completion.
Damien's hand tangled in her hair, not pushing but holding, grounding himself. He could feel his release building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine.
"I'm close," he warned.
Lyristae didn't pull back. Instead she looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, and took him deeper.
