His reply made her laugh, largely because she knew it was far more selfishly motivated on his part.  of course they -had- come a long way since the first time she'd put that particular appendage in her mouth.  Instead of begrudging arousal at the fear of repercussions, a demand made from him, she knew he was making a joke and a vague request at best.  It was that knowledge that made her want him, despite their rough start.<br/><br/>She crossed the distance between them, grinning and urging him back, though before he reached the bed she was tugging his trunks down.  Once they were off she gently nudged him back, sinking to her knees in front of him.  She leaned in then, using only her mouth, and began to teasingly paint that shaft with her tongue.  She knew well what he liked and she was eager to give it to him...  Not so much so he -couldn't- bang some other girl, but as a gentle reminder of what he had at home.