Good god, is this an exercise in co-ordination? Addy was reminded of the belly-rubbing-head-patting thing no one ever managed to do. Except apparently, this was quite commonly acheived and therefore-- in theory-- relatively easy.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft obediently, she'd done that much before and could handle it again. She sure as hell wasn't going to get the whole thing in her mouth; as it was she was feeling a little oppressed just having the very tip between her lips, her tongue hugging close to his flesh.

She couldn't help but look up at him through her lashes, nervously checking to make sure he wasn't looking at her as if to say 'what the fuck are you supposed to be doing?'