Do It Again

“Ah... here... it’s so soft.”

The sensation beneath his fingers was unlike anything he’d ever touched. It wasn’t just smooth—it was impossibly tender.

Warm, slick, and yielding, it reminded him of the inside of a mouth.

“And this... what is this?”

His fingers barely grazed the small bud at the peak of her folds, and her body jolted in response.

He tapped it again, and this time, her thighs snapped shut around his arm, as if to trap him there.

So sensitive. Almost like the peaks of her breasts.

Her face flushed crimson, and Calix, watching her every reaction, pressed his thumb against the delicate nub, circling it experimentally.

Just like before, it reacted—swelling ever so slightly, taking shape beneath his touch.

This, too, was something meant to be touched.

Her body’s response was proof of it.

She gasped, her breaths turning ragged as she twisted and writhed beneath him.

At some point, a warm, slick liquid dampened the back of his hand.