Jonas had always been captivated by the way she looked at him, like he was something to be cherished, devoured, and understood all at once.
Tonight was no different. The air between them pulsed with an unspoken promise, the weight of anticipation thick as she leaned in closer.
His heart raced, and his arousal heightened as her hand moved, kissing along his length with an unexpected reverence.
Her focus, unwavering, deepened with each soft kiss, building tension within him.
When her tongue traced the sensitive ridge and tasted the bead of pre-come, his concentration flickered back to her enchanting green eyes, filled with vulnerability.
Her whispered plea, “Can I?” barely registered, but it stirred a tumult of emotions within him.
He recalled the first time he spoke to her, a shy library assistant with a meek demeanor, her oversized glasses accentuating her bashfulness as she nervously offered help.
It seemed unimaginable then that this soft-spoken girl would evolve into someone capable of such boldness and desire.
Now, her presence commanded a mix of disbelief and excitement, her hands exuding newfound confidence that left him momentarily speechless, captivated by the transformation unfolding before him.
He managed a barely perceptible nod before whispering, “Yes.” Her lips formed a bashful smile as she leaned closer, stroking gently, taking just the tip into her mouth.
Jonas felt his toes curl as her tongue swirled around him, her eyes searching for his approval.
“Keep going,” he urged softly.
Dani’s lips enveloped him, slowly descending, the warmth and suction almost overwhelming yet leaving him wanting more. Her glasses slipped off, landing on his stomach, but she remained focused.
As she took him deeper, reaching the back of her throat, she gagged slightly yet didn’t pull away, holding firm with palpable determination.
Jonas’s hips instinctively bucked as he groaned her name, “Dani…”
She paused, her lips shiny and swollen, breathing shakily as their eyes locked, a string of spit trickling down her chin, which she ignored, her mess igniting a spark within her.
In a husky voice, laced with shyness yet tinged with desperation, she whispered, “I want it… I want to be your slut… your little whore.”
