It is a very good thing that there are no humans within any reasonable earshot of this hot spring, because whatever noises are not drowned out by the distant ocean are carried and echo throughout the trees as she takes him into her mouth and throat - groans of pleasure and her name moaned loudly as he tips his head back, pulling in a deep breath.

With her eyes turning violet, he doesn't know how long he will last. He is going to try for longer this time...

And then she sucks, and he lets loose with several expletives, in several different tongues. Begs her by name, repeatedly, begging her for more of that, because it is good and perfect and everything he can think of to utter.

He is not close to coming yet, won't be for awhile - if he can survive otherwise, this will be even more mindblowing than the last session. He weaves one hand into her hair, not holding her in place but simply holding her, needing the connection to ground himself.