Rosie learned early on how much she likes the feeling of his hand in her hair, that slight pull. Right now is no exception, the curve of his fingers through her curls steadying her and sending a shiver of need down her spine all at once.

She makes a soft, assenting noise, more of an acknowledgement she's heard him than anything else, then slips her mouth over the head of his cock. Keeping her jaw as relaxed as possible, not wanting to even accidentally graze him with her teeth--despite her inexperience, she has a sense that wouldn't be ideal--she sucks at him gently, getting used to the feeling of it.