Ten Minutes aren't enough (3) *

Watching Komoe, I exhaled slowly as I threaded my fingers gently through her hair, guiding her closer with a tender but firm grip.

“Alright, Komoe. Just take it slow. Start with what feels natural.”

She eagerly nodded as her eyes focused in front of her. She leaned in, her soft lips pressing against the tip. The contact was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me nonetheless.

Her tongue darted out, a quick, shy lick against the precum-slicked head, and I had to bite back a groan at the innocence laced with her curiosity. She pulled back slightly, licking her lips as if tasting me for the first time before her eyes shifted up to mine for approval.

“You’re doing great, Komoe,” I praised along with a soft, affectionate caress on her head, “Try again. A little more this time.”