Nathan's hand slid into her hair, fingers threading through the silken strands. "Good," he murmured. "There's more for you to taste."
Ameriah's breath quickened. Her hand still wrapped around his shaft, she felt the weight and heat of him pulse in her palm. The enormity of what she was doing—kneeling before a man, touching him like this—made her dizzy, but the way Nathan looked at her, calm and steady, filled her with a strange kind of confidence.
She leaned forward until her breath fanned across the slick head of his cock. Her lips brushed it—softly, a fleeting kiss—and she felt him twitch in her hand. Encouraged, she licked once.
"Sluuurp~" The sound slipped from her, wet and sweet.
