It is still a very strange sensation; but the encouragement of the hand in her hair, and the sound from his throat spurred her on. It took her a moment, but eventually she gained a sort of rhythm, with her hand moving in time with her mouth upon his cock.

There was a sort of power in this, in truth. It wasn't the same as the way Amunet dominated the men she slept with--this was something more mutual. She controlled the pace, while giving him pleasure. She...liked it. To be selfless, and somehow selfish, in turn.