He dug his fingers into the tops of my pants and pant legs and yanked them down. Once I had obediently removed my pants and flats, he knelt down before me, his gaze fixed on my genitalia.

For long seconds he did nothing but gaze. It was all I could do to keep from swaying my hips toward his lips in wanton invitation as I shuffled on my feet, but not out of fear.

His hot breath teased over my clit as he drew in closer. With little forethought, I parted my legs, longing for his contact. Towards the top of my clit, he put a gentle, sweet kiss.

“Beautiful.”...