JASMINE POV
He was shy.
"Never been touched before?" I asked him in a teasing tone.
"I have... Just not by a woman I am madly in love with." He replied, and his response spurred me further.
It was almost endearing to see how different he was from Alaric. I twirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, which was already dripping with precum.
"Ah..." He moaned as his hip stiffened.
I stroked him gently, dragging my fingers along his length, relishing the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.
I sucked. Slowly. Passionately. Intentionally. I enjoyed every bit of his innocent reaction. I liked the fact that I could unravel him and make him shake the way he was.
I glanced up at him, drinking in the sight of him above me—his dark hair falling into his face, his lips parted, his eyes hooded with total surrender.
He looked beautiful like this.
Vulnerable.
