Cassian stayed perfectly still, letting Cixi explore at her own pace. The head alone stretched her lips when she took him in. She wrapped one hand around the thick, heavy base of his cock, bracing her other hand flat against his hip to steady herself. The broad head alone stretched her lips taut when she first took him in.
She sank lower, inch by careful inch. Saliva welled around the massive intrusion, spilling past the corners of her lips.
Her jaw ached from the sheer stretch of him, but she refused to stop. Her throat fluttered around the blunt crown as it nudged deeper into the tight darkness of her mouth.
Cassian's long fingers rested lightly at the nape of her neck. He didn't push, nor did he guide her. He simply stood there, absorbing the slow, excruciatingly wet slide of her mouth. He watched the dark flutter of her eyelashes against her skin, watched her cheeks hollow out with the suction of every careful pull.
