Rachel Grey

It was the hair, all screwey from what they'd been doing all morning, and the way that he looked at her, and the way it made her feel. There was nothing like it and she knew that any time he looked at her like that, she'd probably stop thinking altogether. But for now, she didn't need to think, she just needed to keep her lips around him as he came, easing him through the orgasm like he had hers. She ran her hands up his thighs and over his hips as she backed off him, pressing kisses on his abdomen.