Her tongue swirled around the tip, savoring the taste of their combined juices, salty and sweet, before she sank deeper, her throat opening to accommodate him. Roland groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, not forcing but guiding, as if he couldn't help himself. "Fuck, Priya," he muttered, his voice thick with need. "You're so good at this."
She hummed in response, the vibration sending a shiver up his spine. Her lips tightened around him as she pulled back, then pushed forward again, taking him deeper this time. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the shaft what she couldn't yet swallow. She could feel him twitch against her tongue, the prelude to something more, and it only spurred her on.
