"Lover, this goes a few stages beyond just relaxing. Not to split hairs or complain, but this is downright generous." He helped shimmy out of his pants, and at the touch of her hand he positively melted into the mattress. His breathing grew deep and steady, and he smoothed her hair back himself, gathering it and holding it loosely behind her head. He did his best to hold it there, hand clenching and body shivering as she replaced her hand with her mouth.<br/><br/>"Oh, fuck," he gasped, his head tipped back as she worked her lips and tongue and throat. He moaned, low and urgent, then again and again, his breathing slow and languid. It quickened as she began to bob more rapidly, and he opened his eyes to look down at her, his hand releasing her hair to slide down onto her scalp. "Lia," he moaned, his eyes closing again. His voice rose, a cadence of blissful moans and gasps as she worked. It didn't take long for the pleasure to get to him, though, his manhood throbbing on her tongue as she sucked and bobbed and stroked, and he let go of her hair to pant and gasp more heavily. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck, Malia, M-malia, Malia...!" He bit his lip and grabbed the sheet tight, his knees drawing up as his length burst inside her mouth. "NH! Oh, f-ffffuck...!" he groaned, shivering and bucking where he lay.