She pulled away again, licking softly at him. She just couldn’t make herself let him come in her mouth yet, not the first time she’d tried this. But she could lick and stroke and pet until he came.
“N-need…where can I…?” He gasped out and gestured crudely, wondering if she would be adverse to him coming on her hand or say, her stomach. Kicking out his legs slightly and scrunching up the bedsheets, he whined and trembled at the swipe of her tongue, cheeks flushed with his impending orgasm.
She pressed her hand into his hip, holding him down, and stroked again. “Here,” she whispered, and, “come for me.” And when he did, she smiled slyly and murmured, “Reward?”