Chapter 4: Climax
She pulled her mouth away from him with a loud, wet pop. A small strand of saliva hung between her lips and the tip of his cock, before it broke off and drifted gently down to his thigh. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the sight, knowing that the wetness came from her mouth and the ministrations of her tongue. His short black hair was mussed up wildly, his breathing heavy and ragged. A muscle in his cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"You're so good at that."
She smiled proudly at the praise, then returned her attention to him. Her pace picked up again, her fingers wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, setting a rhythm that threatened to push him over the edge. He could feel the pressure building, a deep pulsing sensation that started in the base of his spine and spread outwards.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he warned, giving her a chance to pull away.