Nathan's mouth curved, that faint, knowing smile that always carried approval in it, like he'd already decided what he wanted and was simply letting her catch up.
"Then let's start," he murmured, stepping closer.
His hands went to his waistband, unhurried and deliberate, tugging it down just enough that Ameriah's breath caught sharply in her throat, heat blooming under her skin before she could stop it.
"With your favorite part."
Ameriah swallowed.
Nathan's cock slipped free, heavy even at rest, thick in a way that made her stomach tighten with familiar anticipation. It wasn't new to her, not really. Not the first time she'd seen it, not the second, not the third… not even the fourth.
There was a reason he'd said her favorite.
Since Rome, since two years ago, Ameriah had pestered him endlessly, half-begging, half-demanding that he finally take her virginity. Nathan had delayed, again and again, holding her back with quiet patience that sometimes felt almost cruel.
