Liam's fingers laced through her hair, gentle, every stroke of her tongue pulled him closer to an edge he wasn't ready to fall off yet, but he stayed there, watching her work, watching her ears twitch with every sound he made, and thought, with the simple clarity that defined most of his decisions, that he could get used to this.
Elizabeth's mind raced as she bobbed her head, feeling the weight of him filling her mouth, stretching her jaw just enough to make it ache in the best way. Fuck, he's so big, she thought, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the head. Elizabeth could hear the wet sounds of her own mouth, slick and obscene, punctuated by his low groans that rumbled like thunder in his chest. Her pussy clenched emptily, but this? This was about him, about proving she could drive him as wild as he drove her.
