Sairis's POV
Sairis grabbed as much of the beddings as he could, struggling just to hold on to anything while Loreen sucked his cock and gently pressed his finger against him.
His lips and tongue were fucking incredible, finding every sensitive place like Loreen had mapped them all himself, and all the while, his finger kept a gentle, constant pressure.
The more Loreen teased Sairis, the more accustomed he was to that pressure, and he relaxed. He knew what Loreen intended to do, and desire finally took over whatever nervousness was still in him.
Then, and only then, as if Loreen knew that Sairis could handle it, he pressed his finger in.
He moved it slowly, making small, gentle circles as well as sliding in and out, and Sairis couldn't even breathe. The foreign sensation, the vague burn was strange but not at all painful. Not unpleasant to say the least.
Just…weird. Different. Like that night at the inn.
