By now he was just running on impulse, instinct. Raylan tried hard to just breathe, exhaling heavily when her lips finally touched him. He panted quite loudly, and it took all of his self control not to jerk his hips as her tongue flicked across his tip. He wasn't sure he managed.

When she moved close to him, he tried to kiss her, aching to stoke that passionate fire again with his lips, but could only trade hot breath with her before she slid down his body. He moved under her mouth, pretty close to writhing, watching her watch him.

He literally stopped breathing when the hot heat of her mouth closed around him; then he groaned, long and low, eyes slipping closed as his head fell back. It felt like his whole body melted into the bed, everything blacking out except for the feel of her tongue. Then she started moving her head, and his body tightened with the familiar tension of building towards climax.

Raylan fisted the bedspread with one hand, sliding the fingers of his free hand into her hair again, letting her drive the movements but keeping the blond curtain of hair free so he could watch her working him over.