Hot Spring Seduction [Part-8]
Syra's lips danced just above the crown, her breath caressing the tip as it shuddered in expectation. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum that beaded there.
"Mmm…" she murmured, savoring him. Her brows scrunched up slightly as the taste hit her tongue—warm, rich, subtly sweet. "It tastes… odd, but…" she licked again, more slowly this time, ".intoxicating."
Leon smiled warmly, the low rumble of his chest echoing against the water. "First time, sweetheart?"
Syra's face grew hot as she nodded, feeling shame-faced. "I… yes, my lord. I've never, ever done this before. But I want to. I want to try and please you."
He stroked a hand through her wet hair, carefully moving it behind her ear. "Then let me assist you."
Her heart skittered at the gentleness in his voice. She swallowed and parted her lips, letting them drop over his length—but too quickly. Her teeth scraped the side by mistake.
