[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

Sam eased as his hand that was holding my wrist rested on the soft mattress. Tonight, I'll take charge. It'll be I who would dominate him.

That oath somehow manifested in my heart. Not thinking, but just acting out of instinct.

I felt his shoulder relaxed as I traveled down. His hand ran through my tousled hair, resting on the back of my head.

His chest moved in and out heavily. Just by kissing, sweats formed underhand, making it easier to glide my palms around him. Yet I made sure that he'd feel the heat from my touch.

From his chest down to his firm, center abdomen, I felt him melting each time as my lips and tongue approach. A hiss of satisfaction leaving his lips and traveling just to caress my ears.

Each milestone going south. His body shivered. I liked it. Being in control for once, feeling his every light tremor, and anticipation for what was ahead.

Unconsciously, I glanced up. Sam was shading his eyes with his arm. His mouth slightly opened. From this angle, it urged me to do something more.

Biting my lower lip, my gaze fell upon his groin, bulging underneath his trouser. Out of instinct and curiosity, I ran my fingers over it.

As soon as I did, Sam jolted up in panic. With his palm propping him to sit, his eyes went wide.

I looked up, blinking in confusion. "Did it hurt?"

Sam's expression was a little strange. A mixed of shock and awareness pooled in his eyes. His lean cheek painted in red as he blinked. His mouth fell open, while his lower lips trembling, but words left unspoken.

"Sam?"

"N — no." He stuttered. Gazing down and then back up. "What are you… trying to do?"

I pursed my lips, furrowing my brows in confusion. For a moment, I remained silent, pondering on the right words. When I remembered his words back then, my eyes brightened up.

"Eat you!" I announced, brimming with pride.

That's how he said it before. 'Eat you,' but it only gave me nothing but pleasure. Hence, I thought if I did it to him, he'll be happy.

"Uh…" Sam rocked his head back and forth lightly.

He scratched the back of his head, avoiding my gaze. He seemed reluctant, but at the same time, intrigued.

'Conflicted?' I wondered.

Seeing him like this brought forth a smug grin on my lips. I was merely curious, but it seemed it'd be interesting. Also, it was a rare sight that there was something in this world he'd be shy about doing.

Sam was the type of person who would tear down his enemy's flesh with bare hands. He wouldn't even bat an eye; it'd also not be a surprise if he smiled while doing so.

However, to see him avoid my gaze, flustered. It was worth the try. Not that I didn't enjoy myself feasting on his delectable body.

"Just calm down." I patted his chest lightly.

I didn't know why I didn't push him down. Maybe I wanted him to watch up close.

"Uh… are you sure?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

My eyes glazed over his stance. I'm sitting between his legs, spreading enough space with his sole on the bed. His other hand propping him to sit, his heavenly muscles flexing.

With him with nothing to shield his upper body, silver hair in disarray as he cocked his head to the side, and face so perfect, my throat parched up.

It was I who was seducing him. However, just the way he stared at me, confused, bewitched me. Sam was just sitting, but it already made him desirable.

He's too precious.

"Lilove?" He furrowed his brows as I only stared at him.

Without thinking twice, I crawled forward and kissed him. I felt him stiffen before I drew away ever so slowly. I didn't want to deepen our kiss and let him be in control again.

Hence, before he could wrap his arm around my waist, I drew back. As I did, Sam licked his lip as if reading what I had in mind.

"If that's what you want." He whispered, nodding lightly.

A subtle smile turned up on my lips. With his permission, I raised my hand, touching his shoulders barely. Sam didn't lie down. He kept his stance, watching my curiosity unravel before my eyes.

I bit my inner lip as I caressed the territory I had dominated previously. Constantly leaving a light kiss as it trailed to the south.

He drew back slightly — barely sitting or lying down — to give me more room and comfort.

Before I knew it, my palm rubbed his groin as I licked his belly button.

"Lil…" He whispered helplessly, reaching for my hair as he tidied it to the side.

I heard him, but my mind took it as a challenge. A challenge to hear my name slipping past those lips, with the same tone and same affection.

After savoring what was already exposed, I sat up and looked at him. He was watching me, paying attention to everything. With crimson eyes flaming, demanding for more. My eyes spoke the same with equal fervor.

The way he looked at me urged me to do my best to satisfy him. I knew he was already satisfied, but I desired for more.

Slowly, I reached for the button of his waistband, undoing it while keeping eye contact from time to time. I noticed him clutch the sheet tightly, gritting his teeth in anticipation.

I smiled faintly. Biting my lip at the bubbling, euphoric sense of freedom in my heart.

Soon, I've undone everything, revealing his huge arousal. My mouth fell open as my throat dried up instantly.

It was huge… how did it even fit me? For a moment, my mind buzzed, dumbfounded at the sight of it.

I gulped, slowly reaching out. My fingers carefully curled around his girth. It was hot to the touch, pulsating against my palm.

"Damn…" He breathed out helplessly.