She kept going, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, working the rest of him with her hand as she started to hum around him. Her other hand, wanting some kind of tactile connection, ran along the inside of his legs, over his abdomen, occasionally switching with the hand on his length. She could feel him reacting, even before his fingers threaded through her hair, and the sounds and little movements had their own effect on her, making her ache again.

Christ she had to get a boyfriend.