She drinks him down eagerly enough, the feel of his fluids sliding down her throat seeming to calm something inside her, at least a little, and temporarily. She didn't have any other thoughts beyond that and the way she felt swollen with his pleasure and yet mostly unsatisfied as far as her own. If her hands had been free, she knew she'd probably be fingering herself in the desire just to get off, to go as far as he did down that denied path.

It made her almost whine around him to think that he had gone so many times without bringing her, too.