Maya tried to take the head into her mouth. Her lips stretched around it awkwardly; she only managed to fit the tip before she had to pull back with a small, wet sound, clearly unused to the thickness.
A thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the glistening head for a second before it broke.
Maya's face was scarlet. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looking equal parts determined and mortified, then leaned down again and resumed the clumsy licking — short, shy strokes interspersed with hesitant attempts to suck.
I groaned again, deeper this time, one hand lightly resting on the back of her head without forcing her.
"Fuck… your tongue is so warm… Even if it's clumsy, it feels amazing…"
I let her continue for a while longer, watching the amateurish but earnest way she worked, before I decided to turn the attention back on her.
I shifted our positions carefully so that she ended up on her back against the pillows.
