By the time Ethan Caldwell finally decided to show a shred of mercy and release his hold on the leg, Julian Sterling's slender ankle had been kissed until it was flushed a deep crimson, speckled with wet, suggestive traces of their intimacy. His entire body felt light and boneless, soft and pliable as if he had been intoxicated by several bottles of strong liquor, his mind beginning to spin in a dizzying whirlwind of ecstasy.
Under the relentless and intense stimulation, his shaft below had become erect to the point of aching, tightly bound and constricted within the cotton fabric of his small briefs. The skin all over his body, which was originally fair and pristine, was now coated in a flush of pink, rich with the scent of eroticism. He looked exactly like a gourmet feast meticulously arranged, exuding a sweet fragrance, just waiting for Ethan Caldwell to pick up his knife and fork to savor the meal.
