I was discovering the raw, beautiful power of him, one terrifying, reverent lick at a time. Serving him wasn't a chore; it was a revelation.
And I wanted more. So much more. My shy explorations became bolder, driven by a hunger I hadn't known existed.
My hesitant exploration seemed to snap something taut in him. A low growl vibrated in his chest, rough and possessive. His hands, soft, gentle and strong, slid into my hair—not roughly, but with undeniable command. He gathered the soft waves at my nape, his thumbs brushing my temples, tilting my head back just enough. My eyes widened, locking onto his burning amber gaze as he stepped impossibly closer.
"That's it, sweetness," he murmured, the dark velvet of his voice wrapping around me like a forbidden promise. "Just let go. Let me show you." He didn't wait. With a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, he guided the heavy, flushed head of his cock between my parted lips.
