Her hand moves in gentle counterpoint, at least when she's taking him in long strokes. Her eyes fall closed, and she pauses to rub that fleshy head over her lips. He rumbles and she answers, a soft, breathless moan. She looks up at him, watching his face, listening to his body, above all, wanting this to be good for him.

That doesn't mean she's above teasing him a little. Letting her tongue press and flicker over that sweet spot, her thumb and forefinger drawing tight around his shaft as she presses down. She takes what she's learned the last few days, and investigates a few new avenues. It's pure decadence, taking him like this, and she's loving every moment of it.