Han Li's POV
I can't believe this is the same person who was once hesitant to go down on me.
Now?
Now, she devours me like it's her last meal.
Her movements are clumsy, still lacking that perfect finesse, but she makes up for it in sheer enthusiasm—in the way she moves against me, in the way she moans softly as if she's the one being touched, in the way her hands grip my thighs like she never wants to let go.
I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging slightly, guiding her.
Her breath is warm, wet against me, her tongue hesitant at first, then bolder, more confident.
A sharp inhale escapes me when she circles her tongue just right, sending a shiver down my spine.
"That's perfect." My voice comes out lower than I expected, rough, unsteady.
She merely murmurs in response, her lips vibrating against me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body.
Fuck.
I sink further into the couch, my thighs twitching slightly as she presses closer.
