He sucked in a breath through his teeth.
She kissed it again, softer, and then drew her tongue slowly around the crown, lapping up the bead.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
He felt her warm breath on him, then the wet flat of her tongue sliding along the underside from base to tip, tracing the vein there.
Her lips closed around the head.
She sank down on him slowly, letting him fill her mouth. Her throat made a soft humming sound that went all the way through him.
Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and began to drip down his shaft and over her fingers.
"Nellie," he groaned. His hand found her hair and tangled in it.
She took more of him.
She was careful about it and a little clumsy, but she was determined, and her cheeks hollowed when she drew back up.
Spit ran down his length and over her knuckles.
She swallowed him down until the tip bumped her throat, coughed, and pulled back with her eyes watering, but she did not stop.
