There was an odd hope that the added pleasure would actually make her enjoy doing it legitimately, by association. For more than the sounds he was making, the way his abdomen shifted beneath the pressure of her breasts.

He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her still, holding her steady as he swiped along the hood of her clit with his tongue. Then flicked it, dabbed at it a little. He ran his fingers down her lips, stroking with the purpose of getting them wet with both her arousal and his saliva. It was attentive and careful, and even the slight changes in color and thickness were satisfying. He had to focus his attention, though- it had been a while, her mouth felt good, but he wanted a little of himself inside of her, at least for a moment. It wouldn't do if he came now. He'd have to wait longer for it, and he could hold out it would be even better.

He pressed two fingers in, then a third. The movements were slow and easy and deliberate, meaning to relax her. But as he did that, he sucked her clit as well, and as his mouth was steadily on her her rolled his tongue around her more firmly. But he had been with enough women to know the signs of her getting close. He planned to ease back up before she got there- he wanted her to enjoy it, too.