SWEET SPOT
The weight of him filled my mouth completely, hot and heavy.
I kept my eyes on his face the whole time, watching the way his jaw clenched and the way his stomach tensed every time he sank deeper. Spit was running down my chin now, dripping onto my bare chest in slow, warm trails, but I didn’t care. I just stayed open for him, letting him use my mouth the way he wanted. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging in lightly whenever he pushed particularly deep.
“You are such a princess,” he breathed again, his voice almost reverent this time. “Just like that… take it.”