Warning: 18+
She started to move slowly, stroking him with a mix of curiosity and purpose. Her grip was gentle at first, testing, but steady and each glide of her hand from base to tip sent shivers up Alexander's spine.
He groaned, low and rough, his head falling back against the pillow as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips shifted slightly, reacting instinctively to her touch.
"God, Lili…" he muttered, his voice breathless, strained with barely held restraint.
She watched him, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tightening beneath his skin, utterly captivated by the way he reacted to her.
With each stroke, her confidence grew. Her pace quickened just enough, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip as her hand slid back down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his face.
"You're so sensitive," she whispered, leaning in close, her breath brushing his ear.
He exhaled harshly, his fingers curling into the sheets. "You're going to kill me," he said through clenched teeth.
