The touch of his hand makes her shiver pleasantly, and she looks up at him with hooded eyes as she slowly starts to bob her head. This is about him, but she always likes to be touched by him, especially when he touches her with such reverence.

Once she gets into a good rhythm, she lets her hand drift down to his balls, cupping them in her hand and tracing the seam with her thumb. And then she slides her hand lower, to the spot behind that’s still slick with lotion, and presses against it for a moment before letting her finger slide further back, to the tight clench of muscle there.

Tell me if you don’t like it, she sends to him, happy to be able to talk with her mouth full. Her belly flutters with nerves, but she knows that the worst case scenario is him telling her that he doesn’t like it, and they’ll have learned something about each other.

Best case, well. Hopefully they’re about to find out.

Rey breathes in through her nose and takes him deeper into her mouth, letting the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat at the same moment that she eases her finger inside of him, crooking upward to find the spot she’s only read about.