My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the salt of him. He hissed and his hand came to my hair, not pushing, just resting there.

I took him into my mouth slowly. The stretch of my lips around him made my eyes water a little. I went deeper, then pulled back, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit yet. His thighs tensed under my free hand.

“Jesus, Maya…”

I looked up at him while I sucked. His jaw was tight. His eyes stayed locked on mine. The power of having him like this—this careful, controlled man—made heat pool between my legs.

I took him deeper. My throat relaxed....