He gulps that breath and it's a moan now he lets out on a shaky exhale.

His hand fisted in the sheet twists the cloth and his other finds the top of her head, threading trembling fingertips through her hair. She's doing all of the work, but his chest if heaving. If she wanted to rob him of words she's managed it, because as her lips and tongue work him over the only things he's able to get out are soft swears and blasphemies, and her name.