It didn't take long for him to fall back against the sheet, moaning and swearing under his breath. He held the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair and light pressure followed her movements, gentle encouragements. His thighs tensed with her tongue trailing up him, her saliva cooling against him.

The whole time his mind sickly needy with the knowledge that she wanted how much he wanted her. All the things he could possibly get away with later, if he could possibly get the right tools for the job.

But it was hard to think, too. Not when he knew those perfect lips were on him.

"Turn around, put your hips over my face. Let me get you wet, too." And then, he had to ruin the whole thing by adding, "Try not to knee me in the face." In that matter of fact tone of someone who had that happen to him more than once."