When Jax finally finished with her small tits his hands slid into the sides of her panties and began pulling the thin fabric down with deliberate slowness.
The damp material peeled away from her skin, dragging softly over the slight curve of her hips and the warm outer lips of her vulva until it was left tangled around her thighs like a dirty little ribbon.
Amane's face burned hot. She bit down hard on her own lower lip and a shaky moan slipped out between her teeth. "Mmm… Jax…"
He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss right between her breasts, lips warm and wet against the flushed skin before speaking in a low voice that vibrated against her.
"I am right here. Tell me the moment anything feels like too much."
She shook her head quickly, the flustered colour already spreading down her neck and across the top of her chest. "It does not feel like too much. It feels… new. I have never let anyone this close."
