His cock was glossy with her, still hard and flushed. She wrapped one hand around the base and took him into her mouth without hesitation. The taste of herself mixed with his skin. She sank down until her lips met her fist, then drew back slowly, tongue pressing firmly along the underside.
Zaeryn's hand settled in her hair, not pushing, just resting there as she worked. She kept the rhythm deliberate deep, steady sucks, cheeks hollowing on the upstroke, tongue swirling around the head before she took him in again.
His breathing grew heavier above her. She could feel the subtle twitch of his cock against her tongue, the way his hips started to shift in small, controlled movements. Sage didn't pull away. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat, letting him slide farther each time until her nose brushed his skin.
