He could probably feel her smiling against his cock at the noises he was making - a thrill of something like pride shot through her knowing she could do that to him, and it took away last of her uncertainty in turn.

She looked up at him when he spoke, and there was a split-second where she had to figure out what he was telling her to do - but just an instant, and soon she was lifting herself onto her hands and knees eagerly. There was a part of her there - and it grew every time they did this - that was insatiably eager for everything Niko could show her. That part of her knew she would do anything he liked just to try it.

Carefully so as not to kick him or knee him or anything else (and she did find herself wondering idly how many times that had happened), she turned, straddling his face and unable to suppress just a hint of self-consciousness. She wasn't quite sure why, but lowering her hips to his face felt a damn sight more indecent than Niko working his way down her body.

The only way to distract herself from that, to try to will away the heat in her face, was to focus her attention back on him. Back arched so her chest pressed against his stomach, she stroked his length with one hand slowly as, on a whim, she carefully took him into her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock.