"C-Cerys…"
Her lips brushed over the thick ridge, her tongue darting out for a brief, experimental lick. She felt the way he tensed beneath her touch, heard the low, needy sound he made, and her confidence seemed to grow. She kissed again, her lips pressing firmly this time, her fingers gripping the fabric and tugging it slightly, feeling the sheer size beneath.
"You're… you're really big," she whispered, her cheeks flushed, but her lips never stopped their slow, teasing exploration. "Even bigger than I thought."
Mikhailis tried to laugh, but it came out as a strained, breathless chuckle. "I… I'm glad it meets your expectations…"
Her fingers found the waistband of his pants, and she hesitated for just a heartbeat, her eyes flicking up to meet his. There was a question in her gaze, a silent request for permission.
He nodded, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Only if you're sure…"
