Chapter 3: Rising Action
The man idly trailed his fingers through her hair as she continued to work her magic on him. Her shy hesitation at the beginning had quickly given way to an almost feverish energy, as if she wanted to prove herself to him.
He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her lips around him. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she seemed to have learned exactly how to pleasure him. He let out a deep, contented sigh. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."
At his words, she looked up at him, a pleased smile on her face.
She felt powerful knowing that she had the ability to bring him such pleasure, and it only made her more determined to do even better.
Her hand gripped him tighter, her pace quickening as her rhythm became more confident. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking as she took him deeper into her mouth. He marvelled at her dedication and eagerness; she had come a long way from the shy, uncertain girl he had first met.
Her free hand snaked its way under the sheets, gently caressing his inner thigh.
Her touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.
"Baby, you need to stop," he said, though his voice lacked any conviction. The feeling of her lips on him, the sensation of her hands exploring his body, it was almost too much to handle.
But she didn't stop. If anything, she doubled down on her efforts, her mouth moving with more determination, her hands exploring his body with newfound boldness.
He let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillow.