Zoey spread his legs a little wider and leaned in, letting her mouth brush the insides of his thighs. Slow, wet, gentle kisses. Victor's skin trembled under her lips. She moved up and down, kissing without hurry. She wanted to provoke him. She wanted him to beg—or nearly so.
When she finally reached the center, she found him erect again, pulsing. His member was damp, throbbing. Zoey took him in both hands and looked at him with an expression of pure admiration. The rosy tip, the heat it emanated, the visible veins... It all made her mouth water.
"You are beautiful here too," she murmured.
Victor let out a rough groan just from the phrase.
Zoey licked the head once, slowly, just the tip of her tongue. Then again. And again. Until she enveloped it with her warm mouth, sucking carefully.
