"Mmm…" she moaned softly, eyes fluttering half-closed. "So much already leaking for me. Are you going to give me more, husband?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
She took him back into her mouth—deeper this time.
Her throat opened for him, relaxing as she swallowed around the head, letting him feel the tight, rippling squeeze of her throat muscles.
She held him there, nose almost brushing his pelvis, eyes watering slightly from the stretch but never breaking eye contact.
Then—slowly—she began to bob.
Not fast. Not frantic.
Long, wet, luxurious drags.
Pulling off until just the head remained trapped between her lips, then sinking back down until he was buried to the hilt again.
Each descent was accompanied by a soft, needy hum that vibrated straight through his cock and into his spine.
Aiden groaned, low and ragged.
"Fuck, Nayla… look at you taking me like that…"
