He obeyed, straightening to his full height, his broad frame towering over her.
With nervous fingers, she reached for his belt, fumbling slightly until he stepped in to help, his movements calm, almost patient. Slowly, she tugged the zipper down, acutely aware of the hard length concealed beneath.
She slid his boxers down, freeing him.
Her breath caught. Her gaze locked onto him, wide and stunned, drinking in his size.
Swallowing thickly, she wrapped her hand around him, giving a few tentative strokes. He stood above her like stone silent, rigid, every muscle drawn tight with restraint.
She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing over the sensitive tip, drawing a subtle hitch from his lungs.
Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out to taste him. She squeezed lightly, then dragged her tongue over the head, slow and deliberate. His reaction was immediate his breath faltered and she repeated the motion, more assured this time.
