Every nerve in her body screamed at her to move higher, to taste, to suck, to take what she had begged for—but she didn't. Couldn't. Not until he allowed it.
Julian's hand slid lower, resting on her head.
She didn't dare lift her eyes.
Only kissed where she was told.
His fingers curled in her hair, and he held her still for a long, suffocating moment, watching the desperate way her body moved to gain his approval.
He leaned in, his breath caressing the top of her ear. Tightening his grip in her hair, he pulled her forward.
Her face dipped lower, her lips brushing the base of his cock, and this time—
He let her.
"Ah...." A small, choked sound escaped her throat as she opened her mouth and pressed a kiss to it.
Then another.
Then her tongue.
"Mmm…"
She tasted him—finally—and it wrecked her. Her eyes fluttered shut, tears welling in her eyes. She moaned, low and hungry, letting her tongue lick along his length like worship.
Julian didn't move.
He let her work for it.
