She felt him throb against her tongue.
She heard his sharp, ragged inhale. She used her hands, one cupping the base of him, the other tracing patterns on his stomach.
She sucked, she licked the tip, she took him as deep as she could, wanting him to feel the release he had denied himself.
His hands came to her head, not guiding, just resting there, trembling with the intensity of his feeling. "Ivy… god…" he groaned.
She felt his satisfaction building. She worked harder, her mouth moving with increasing urgency, wanting to bring him over that edge.
Finally, Silas climaxed, and Ivy swallowed the cum with satisfaction.
As they both fell on the bed, Silas hugged Ivy. "Thank you. And sorry, my love."
"No... we made progress even though it was little... it was still there." Ivy smiled. "Next time, let's push a little more."
"Hm," Silas agreed. "So now it's my turn, right?"
"Eh? What do you mean... Silas, no! Oh god! Don't use your tongue... I will come..."
