"Ngh..." Lucien furrowed his brows, sobbing as a hollow, burning, and itching sensation surged from deep within, causing the corners of his eyes to grow damp.
He anticipated a deep thrust to the hilt to relieve this aching itch, but Dominic Vance merely moved his hips in an agonizingly minuscule range. He let the rough glans rub back and forth right at the entrance, touching and then withdrawing, teasingly hovering. Just as it was about to brush against the sensitive spot, he would abruptly pull back. The distance repeatedly closed and widened, far away and then intimately flush again.
