SWEET SPOT
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, but he was still so gentle.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice husky. “So perfect.”
I buried my face in his neck, embarrassed but glowing. “I still feel like I’m bad at it…”
“You’re not,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re sweet. And responsive. And driving me crazy in the best way.” His fingers traced slow circles on my lower back, sending tingles across my skin. “We have all the time in the world. I love teaching you.”