[ There's another hitch of her breath, a sweet little stutter that comes in time with his touch - and with her awareness of just how completely exposed to him she is right now, just how much he can see. How obviously needy she's getting, just from kissing and licking him. She doesn't even bother trying to quell the little tremor that goes through her when she's already so obviously on display for him. ]

I-is it... is it really that much of a surprise...?

[ Another long, slow slide of her tongue, following the ridge along the very top of him. It's hard not to keep her breath and her voice even a little steady, knowing what a debauched picture she must make like this. He really has thoroughly ruined her. ]

You wouldn't even let me touch you before, no matter how badly you wanted it, but now I'm finally...

[ Is it worse like that? If she's doing it not entirely to service him, but because the thought of it excites her just as much?

She swallows the thought and does her best to take the last of her apprehension with it, too. With a quiet, trembling exhale, she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tapered head and then, finally, carefully, she sinks her mouth down onto him... as best she can manage. ]