Instead of her wet hand, he feels a different sheath, far worse for his crumbling self-control. It's hot and tight and for a wild moment, he thinks it's her mouth. He'll blow a load right down her throat if it is, and he forces himself not to look for another few seconds. But she's never done that before and as she shifts back up and down again, taking him a little further, he knows she's working to impale herself.