He didn't speak.
He just watched her — the way her chest rose and fell unevenly, the way her hands trembled slightly where they clutched the sheets, the way her thighs tensed under his grip.
Her pussy was glistening, pink and raw and aching, the folds quivering faintly with each passing second. She looked undone already, eyes wide and lips parted, and he hadn't even truly touched her yet.
Then, slowly, he leaned in.
His lips brushed over her folds, soft and reverent — not a lick, not yet. Just a press of his mouth. She gasped at the contact, her entire body flinching like she'd been struck by heat.
"Ah—"
She couldn't help it. Her hips lifted off the bed instinctively, a jolt of pleasure snapping through her.
