[Complaining about the feel of her mouth on him is almost unthinkable, but then again, he's not really thinking. Between her thighs and her elbows and the waistband of the trousers halfway down his thighs he's trapped, trapped too between her hot mouth and his tented shorts, and rather than buck up he shudders and grips the blanket and lets his whine trail into low groans and cut-off, nonsensical words that are slowly turning into cut-off, nonsensical pleads.]