My fingertips dig into his hips as I breathe through my nose, allowing him to slide in deeper. The first time he hits the back of my throat, my immediate response is to pull away and gasp for air. But I’m anything but a quitter. Instead I open more to him, letting his length slip into deep-throating territory. I gag when he gives his hips a tiny thrust up, tears pricking at my eyes when I glance up at him to see him watching me again, completely entranced in the way I move over him. It sends a shiver of desire down my spine.
