Tough, he was getting this at her pace or he wasn't getting it at all. Which meant that Xanthippe was for once the one putting some torment on him! Even if it was more for her own comfort, but still. She still liked being in control.

Besides, she could tell he was in distress. So after a brief moment to adjust - and a few firmer strokes where the top of her hand met her lips - she allowed him further into her mouth. Going slow but going far, too. Deep enough that she let the hand drop to his thigh.

The moan around him was involuntary. But probably hot.