His knees were already weak just from those featherlight kisses and the warmth of her breath on his moist skin. He scarcely had time to realize what she was offering when suddenly her tongue was on his cock and his knees almost buckled.

"F-fuck," he gasped, grabbing for the sink to keep himself from dropping right down to the floor. His other hand went to the back of her head and he held her there against his stomach for a moment, shuddering. He let out a soft chuckle, the hold shifting to a gentle stroking. "I don't think you'll be rusty, and you're more than welcome if you want to."