Her name is a prayer on his lips. She's snug and warm, and he needs to focus, focus on rolling her clit under his tongue, focus on her slightest hitch of breath, focus on the curl and rhythm of his fingers as he adds another, but he's painfully hard in his trousers, and her flush has spread down her neck to her chest, and her head falls back, mouth open, and he should bring her over the edge first, but he can't, he can't have her on his fingers when he needs her on his cock.