His reaction made her laugh and made her hot, all at the same time. She sucked a little, trying not to cough at the strange taste of him, and swirled her tongue around a little. Closing her eyes, she took a little more of him in, inching downward. She was beginning to understand why people talked about their jaw hurting — he was bigger than popsicles. Briefly she imagined him in her, and a tingle shot down her spine.
He’d never realised how intimate and amazing was for all he had to go on was what he’d seen on the internet and heard in the locker-room, but it was so much better than he’d imagined it to be. Crying out and biting down on his bottom lip to try and keep quiet, he clutched at the bedsheets, fighting the tempting urge to push into her lips. “S-Summer!”
She shivered, trying to offer up an inquiring moan around the weight of him in her mouth, and slid a little farther down. She could feel herself starting to choke, and swallowed around him, before pulling back up to suck just on the tip, sliding her tongue along the slit. She marveled at how soft the skin was.