She rolls her head to the side, slowly opening her eyes to watch him. His words pull a slight smile out of her, and she looks all the world like a tousled angel thrown down to the Earth for mischief.

"Y'feel good down there."

Not great; not yet, anyway. But it's a little easier with each passing moment. Still tight, and she doesn't expect that will go away for a little while yet. She'll be sore in the morning, if she makes it through tonight. But his hands are gentle and rough at the same time, his body hard and soft, his movements both deep and shallow. She licks her lips, moving a little faster, groaning before she can clamp it down.

Her face twists briefly.

"Fuckin' golf ball through a straw."

Damn him for being apt for once in his life.

Jesus.