Miranda stared at Nolan's impressive length, her heart hammering against her ribs. She'd never done this before—not properly, at least. Ryan had never seemed interested, always preferring to skip straight to intercourse. The few times she'd attempted anything like this with him, he'd quickly redirected her, leaving her feeling inadequate and unwanted.
"I... I don't know if I'll be any good at this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nolan's fingers tangled in her golden hair, tilting her face up to meet his piercing gray eyes. "I'll guide you," he promised, his voice rough with desire. "Just follow my instructions."
The gentle pressure of his hand urged her forward. Miranda tentatively ran her tongue along his length, watching his reaction through lowered lashes.
"That's it," he encouraged, his jaw tightening. "Use your hand at the base and take me into your mouth."
