Aurora's POV
I didn't give him a chance to protest again. I gripped the base of his shaft, my fingers contrasting sharply against the tan of his skin, and ran my tongue from the very bottom all the way to the tip. He let out a strangled groan, his hips jumping off the leather seat.
I was focused entirely on him, wanting to memorize the taste of his skin. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive underside, circling the head until he was trembling. I looked up at him, my eyes dark and hooded, and then I took him into my mouth.
The feeling was so good. I sucked him deep, my throat tightening around him as I used my tongue to swirl around the crown. Every time I pulled back to the tip, I made sure to use enough friction to make his breath catch in a sharp, satisfying hiss.
"Aurora… fuck," he gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp, not pulling me away but holding me there.
