SONYA'S POV
I lean down, my tongue darting out to lick the bead of moisture from his tip. He tastes salty and masculine and uniquely him.
"Sonya..." His hand tangles in my hair. "You don't have to..."
"I want to." I take him into my mouth, as much as I can fit, which isn't even half of him. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Fuck." His hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into my mouth. "Sorry, I..."
I hum to let him know it's okay, and the vibration makes him groan. I work him with my mouth and hand, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his fingers tighten in my hair.
"Your mouth feels incredible," he pants. "So hot and wet and perfect."
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, and his curse is loud in the quiet room.
"Sonya, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come down your
