Each word seemed to cost her, the admission dragged out of somewhere she didn't usually let anyone reach, but the hunger burning in those light-purple eyes was impossible to misread.
I pushed forward, sliding between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth closed around me like a vice, her tongue moving with immediate, practised intent, wrapping and pressing along the underside of my shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke. She moaned around me—low and involuntary, like she hadn't quite meant to—and the vibrations travelled up the length of me and detonated somewhere at the base of my skull.
"That's it," I said, threading my fingers into the indigo-and-pink mess of her hair. I tightened my grip, just enough to feel her breath hitch. "Take it deeper."
