Soft and Slick

Pale skin.

Soft curves.

The dusky pink at the center—almost the same shade as her lips.

Would it taste the same?

Would it be just as soft and sweet?

“Wait... wait....”

She pushed him down onto his back before he could finish speaking.

Then, in a single, fluid movement, she slipped out of the last of her garments.

Calix froze, his gaze locked on her.

He had thought she was merely slender, but her body was far more alluring than he had imagined.

Calix watched her every movement in silent fascination, as if spellbound.

His ears burned, and his face grew unbearably hot, yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

She was nothing like the clueless, awkward girl he had known—now, she moved with striking confidence.

Of course, it made sense—it was obvious that he wasn’t her first.

She straddled him once more, now just as bare as he was.

With one hand, she reached down, gripping him gently as she lifted her hips.