I lean in first, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right to the underside, right where the head meets the shaft. And he hisses through his teeth, one hand flying to the door behind me for balance, the other threading gently into my hair.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he admits as my breath ghosts over him before I drag my tongue flat and slow from base to tip.
I swirl around the head, tasting the bead of pre-c*m that smears across my tongue and he groans, his hips jerking forward just a fraction.
I look up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and lips parted like he's forgotten how to breathe properly. "Tell me if it's too much," I say.
"It's already too much," he rasps. "Don't stop."
I don't.
I take him into my mouth slowly at first, lips st
