"Your turn to have patience," I said.

I leaned forward. Licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.

"Jesus Christ—"

I took him in my mouth. Just the tip at first. Sucking gently while my hand worked the shaft.

His hand came to my hair. Not pushing. Just holding on.

"That feels so good," he groaned.

I took him deeper. Hollowed my cheeks. Used my tongue the way I'd imagined doing for weeks.

"Jessa—if you keep doing that I'm gonna—"

I pulled off with a wet pop. "Already?"

"It's been a while." He looked almost embarrassed. "My wife and I haven't—not in months."

Something about hearing him mention her...