She took him deeper in gradual increments, relaxing her throat until the head nudged the back of it. A soft, pleased hum vibrated around him as she began to bob in earnest, wet, steady, and devoted. Saliva slicked his length; the soft, rhythmic sounds of her mouth filled the quiet bathroom. Every time she pulled back she lingered on the head, tongue flicking the sensitive underside before sliding down again.
"You always feel so good on my tongue," she whispered against him between strokes, voice husky. "Even after everything… still so hard for us. I love it." She took him deep once more, swallowing around the thick intrusion, throat fluttering tightly before she eased off with a wet sound. "Come whenever you're ready… I want to taste you again."
