AVERY’S POV:
Every detail of him—his warmth, the sheen of sweat along his skin, the steady pulse of desire—held me captive.
I parted my lips and welcomed him in, My tongue, wet and agile, traced every ridge, beginning its deliberate exploration along his sensitive tip. I swirled it in slow, circular motions, savoring the unique taste of him—a heady blend of salt, musk, and raw desire.
Axel cradled my head, tilting it slightly as he explored. His touch was deliberate, as though teaching my body a new language of pleasure.
With each flick of his tongue and tender press, he coaxed moans and gasps from deep within me. Though I was inexperienced, his guidance was as clear as his passion.
With each slow thrust, it felt as though he was unlocking something deep within me
Every flick of m
