I stayed kneeling between his legs, both hands still wrapped around the thick, warm weight of him.
The medical coat I had draped over his thighs kept most of the cool cave air off his skin.
But my own chest was bare, nipples tight from the chillly cold, but I barely noticed it anymore.
All my attention was locked on the heavy cock resting in my palms.
I leaned closer.
My fingers began to move on their own— slow, careful strokes from base to tip, feeling the soft skin slide over the firmer flesh underneath.
It was so different from anything I had ever touched before. This was Heavier. Hotter. Alive in a way that made my stomach twist.
Curiosity pulled me lower.
I dipped my head and breathed in near the base, nose almost brushing the skin.
A faint, clean, slightly musky scent filled my lungs. Nothing strong. Nothing unpleasant.
"Doesn't smell like anything…" I whispered. "Or is my nose just stuffy?"
