When I curled my fingers around his cock, Moth let out a shuddering breath against my mouth. “Okay?” I murmured, sliding my fist up and down slowly. He nodded, then let out a ragged gasp when my thumb stroked over the long slit on the underside of his cockhead. It was so slick, fluid pulsing from it in little bursts. My mouth watered as I wondered what he tasted like.
