She teased him, because she could feel that pleasure skimming down their link. His hand in her hair was something she liked from him alone. He watched her like if he blinked, she might disappear and take all the fun with her. It would make her laugh if her mouth wasn't occupied.

Her tongue circled around him, slowly, almost gently, her lips covering him and sucking at him until she took him fully into her mouth. She kept the pace sporadic, not letting him get a rhythm to get off to. Not yet. The edging was part of it, but she also just liked having the thick, hard length of him in her mouth. Diego made oral something to enjoy, and she tasted the salty residue of his enjoyment, humming around his cock as her hand came up to pin his hips down, not letting him move while she toyed with him.

Hers. He was all hers and some part of her was still in disbelief. She had someone. Someone who knew her, saw her, and still loved her. Because there was clearly no denying that feeling. It was in everything he did. All she could do was her best in returning it to him.