When my attention drifted down to his thick, protruding c**k, saliva pooled in my mouth. I’d been granted the gift of tasting his lips for the first time; would he permit me the freedom to taste the essence of his masculinity? I hesitantly wrapped my hand around his wide girth, my fingers unable to reach around to meet my thumb. Filip sucked in an unsteady breath at the contact. His abdominal muscles coiled and flexed with strain. I chanced a glance up at him, pulling firmly from his base to his tip, my thumb tracing the velvety softness of the ridge around his thick head. He didn’t fight me for control, so I pushed to see how far his generosity would go. I desperately wanted to taste him. The only problem was, that would require me to drop to my knees. Kneel. The phantom voice shot an icy
