"Don't," she said.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
"I was going to say you can go slower if you want. You don't have to push it that hard."
"I know what I'm doing."
"I know you do. That doesn't mean you can't take your time."
She did not answer.
She bent and took him again, and this time she did slow down.
Her tongue circled under the ridge. The skin there was sensitive.
She felt him twitch when she pressed it. Her cheeks hollowed on the way up.
The weight of him settled on her tongue on the way down. A vein pulsed against the side of her mouth.
His hand came into her hair.
Light brown. Short. His fingers spread against her scalp, warm, and stopped there.
He did not push. He did not guide.
He only held.
Olivia felt that in her stomach and between her legs at once.
The cream panties were soaked.
Every bob of her head rubbed the green mesh across her.
Her thighs had started to shake from kneeling.
