He stared down at her as if he was in a state of disbelief. She was really going to do it? Put his cock in her mouth, and go to town? He supposed he should be happy, but he was preoccupied with the 'why did she fucking pick now?'

He curled his fingers in her hair as he swallowed, his other arm going up to brace himself against the tree as her tongue touched him gingerly.

"Use your hand too," he suggested softly, giving her what advice he could.