His voice is throaty, low, and he breathes quickly. I look up at him, meeting his eyes. His pupils have dilated, and I find I must take a long, slow breath myself to control my reaction. Most pleasant.

"Aa," I say gravely. I run my hands lightly over his hips, his thighs, then do it again, more strongly, then once more, even more strongly.

I settle myself against him, my hands on his hips, and carefully, slowly, swallow him whole. He fits perfectly inside my mouth, as always, the top of the head pressing against the top of my throat.