Every time I squirmed or tried to close my legs from the overwhelming realization that the same man I sat by for weeks praying he would wake up was currently tongue deep between my thighs, he held me open and teased me.
"Relax for me, sweetheart," Cassian murmured against my skin, pressing a kiss right beside my hole.
"You're doing so well." His tongue pushed deeper, paired with one thick finger that curled gently, searching until he found my prostate.
"Ahh.." The first firm press made me moan loudly.
He smiled against me. "Right there? Feel good?"
I nodded frantically, too embarrassed to say it out loud.
He kept working me, tongue and finger together, building that deep, aching pleasure while whispering softly. "look at you… leaking all over yourself already. So pretty when you let go for me."
