They slid free from the door, Jessica biting lip like she’d even wrestle that temptation down. Jordan’s cloth Perseus-defeated, those hands coming up, digging into her hair like rope on a sinking ship. No fight left in her, she opened and plunged down, a gurgle of gratitude as he gave it to the limit. She bobbed, sucked, his mewl of aid another waterseat, overlapping thanks, fat rungs on the ladder down that gullet-track. He rocked, hands guiding up, down. Then groans clapped, fish-brained eyes cursing in climax. Rivulets down, stinging. But the sea returns,instance.
