Stein's head dropped forward over the sink and he panted. If he were a teenager he probably would have popped right back up already, but he was stiffening fast as it was. He couldn't quite imagine a man who could stay flaccid with that incredible mouth worshipping him, and it wasn't as if he were trying to hold back.

The scratch of her nails made him hiss and his fingers twitched in her hair, not a sound of displeasure in the least. "I was right..." he gasped. "You are incredible." He clamped down on the next words that wanted to escape - I want to dissect you.

At this rate, he might not let Birkin have her back.