She gagged against him, reflexively placing her palm against his thighs. Henry lost the last civilised piece of himself.
His fingers tightened in her hair as his hips moved. He watched her even through the blur of pleasure.
Her eyes watered. Her throat worked around him. She gagged once, and the sound nearly shattered him.
"Livia," he rasped.
Her name was all the warning he had left. His head fell back, mouth open. The pleasure struck so fiercely his vision darkened at the edges. He came hard, helplessly, his cock jerking against her tongue before she pulled back just enough for him to spill across her lips, chin, and cheek in thick, warm strokes.
Henry could not breathe properly. His chest rose and fell as though he had survived battle rather than a woman's mouth. His lips parted, dragging air in too sharply, swallowing and breathing at the same time.
