She pulls away for a moment, looking up into his face, her eyes wild as she studies him.

I need you here with me. She can't help but superimpose the image of his older self on those young features. She misses the gravel of his voice, she misses the way he touches her face. Let it go.

She withdraws down his body, easing passed his injured ribs, bending to breathe a warm line down the hollow of his hip, turning her head to let her lips graze the crown of his cock. There's a breathless little moan in the back of her throat as she takes him in.