She gets that noise, and a few more. A few swear words whispered in among the fast pull of air into his lungs, his eyes riveted on her mouth as she sucks him in slowly. The look on her face is doing him in - who could have guessed she'd love it like this? And she knows exactly what she's doing, forcing him to keep focused on her face and her mouth. He feels the underside of his length resting over her tongue, and a burst of arousal at the sensation yanks another moan from him. He moves his hand to her head, not pressuring but just resting in her hair, so she knows he doesn't want her to back off.

'Faster, sweet'eart. More.'