Before Alex could finish his sentence, Amara's mouth was on him.
"Fuck!"
But she didn't take him deep. Not yet. Her lips just wrapped around the head of his cock, soft and warm, and she stayed there. Just holding him in her mouth without moving.
The sensation was maddening. Alex could feel the wet heat of her mouth, feel her tongue resting against the underside of his head, but she wasn't doing anything. Just keeping him there, letting him feel what was coming.
Then her tongue moved. Slowly. It traced around the ridge of his head, following the edge where the sensitive skin met the shaft. The pressure was light, teasing, taking her time to explore every millimeter.
"Mmh..." The sound escaped Alex's throat before he could stop it.
Amara's eyes flicked up to look at him. There was satisfaction in her gaze. She'd gotten a reaction already.
