The city lights kept painting soft patterns across the suite walls as Lia lay curled against me, her breathing slowly evening out. Her skin was still flushed from the first orgasm, nipples tight in the cool air, the discarded uniform pieces scattered like a trail of breadcrumbs.
My cock strained against my pants, aching after tasting her, but I kept my hands gentle on her back.
She shifted, pressing closer, her thigh brushing the hard line of me. Her eyes flicked down, then up to my face, nervous but determined. "I want to... try something."
"Yeah?" I brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"I want to suck you." The words came out in a rush, her cheeks burning. "I've never really done it, but I want to. For you."
My pulse kicked up. "Only if you want to, Lia. No expectations."
