Daphne
“Just a taste then,” I whispered, shifting dowm the bed carefully to avoid his injured leg.
He grabbed my hair gently. “That’s it. Do it.”
I licked the tip, tasting his precum, and his low groan spurred me on.
“Oh god yes, keep going, Daphne. Please. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
I smiled up at him, gripping his length. “All day? What exactly were you imagining?”
“Your mouth on me,” he admitted, his eyes locked on mine. “Taking me deep, making those hot sloppy sounds. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I liked a slow circle around tip teasingly. "Okay, but why don't you tell me exactly you want it?"
“Slow at first, tease me. Then build up. Make it sloppy.”
I nodded, leaning in again. My lips parted and I took him in,
