His crown was immersed in hot, wet suction and his eyes flew open. She took him deeper into her mouth, fisting his base, and he couldn't drag air into his lungs. Tongue swirling, lapping. Cheeks hollowing. Hand pumping. He groaned from a place so deep in his gut his ribs rattled.

Her name shoved from his lips in a hoarse, long-winded exhale. "So good, anim."

He wanted his hands in her hair, needed to thrust, but he curled his fingers on the tile and locked his legs ...