Her pleasure!

Tommie's cry echoed softly in the room, her body arching off the couch as my tongue teased the sensitive head of her cock. The taste of her precum lingered on my lips, salty and sweet, fueling the fire in my veins.

But I didn't push further—not yet. Instead, I pulled back slightly, my hand still wrapped around her shaft, stroking with slow, deliberate pulls that kept her on the edge without overwhelming her. Her eyes met mine, hazy with a mix of lust and lingering pain, and I saw the vulnerability there, the trust she'd placed in me over years of friendship.

I took her hands in mine, guiding them gently up my chest, over the firm planes of my pecs beneath my shirt. Her fingers trembled against my skin, hesitant at first, but I whispered reassurances to ease her.

'It's okay, Tommie. Feel me. I'm here for you, all of me.' My voice was low, steady, like an anchor in her storm. She let out a shaky breath, her palms pressing flat as I moved them lower, tracing the ridges of my abs. The contact sent sparks through me, my own arousal straining against my pants, but I focused on her—on building this connection brick by brick.

Her touch deepened as I encouraged it, her fingers exploring with more confidence, slipping under my shirt to feel the warmth of my bare skin. I mirrored her, my free hand sliding up her thigh, then back to her cock, exploring it with care.