Gwen
I moaned softly around him and kept going, determined to take my time the same way he had with me. My jaw already ached a little, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel every second of this.
Spit was starting to run down the length of him, making every stroke of my mouth wetter and easier. It glistened under the low light, coating him from tip to base. I took him deeper than before, until the head pressed against the back of my throat and my eyes watered a little. The pressure made my throat flutter, but I held him there for a heartbeat longer than was comfortable before easing back. Cedric’s fingers flexed in my hair, a quiet warning and a silent praise at the same time. The slight tug sent a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs.
When I pulled back to breathe, I stroked h
