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

"Damn…"

Upon hearing his whisper, I instinctively glanced up to see if it hurt him. However, Sam's cheek was burning in red. His mouth fell open, staring at my hand around him and then slowly up to me.

'He likes it?' I wondered in surprise.

My breath instantly hitched upon meeting his crimson eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly. Yet he wasn't stopping me. Instead, his gaze was asking me, 'what would I do next?'

I didn't know what to do…

I gaze down. I could feel his slight beating underhand. I should let go of it, but I couldn't.

There should be something I could do, right?

"Tighten your grip." Suddenly, Sam instructed airily.

My brows instantly raised, along with my gaze.

"Just hold it tight but light, just like how you hold my hand." He added in the same tone. I couldn't tell if he was having difficulty breathing. It didn't seem he was hurting, though.

As instructed, I tightened my grip, but not tight enough to suffocate it. Still, I didn't know what to do. Thus, I instinctively gaze up to him, waiting for his next instruction.

"Haha." Upon meeting my gaze, Sam let out a low chuckle as he shook his head. "Ah… I'm melting at your innocence."

I pursed my lips, a bit dejected. Before I realized it, I was pouting.

Well, I didn't know what to do and what I should do with it. I've only done it with him, after all.

"You shouldn't make fun of me." I muttered in a faint huff.

"Yes, yes." Sam raised his hand in surrender; his elbows propping against the mattress.

"Stroke it, then. Carefully."

'Stroke it… carefully.' I diverted my attention back to the primary subject. I stroked it carefully, just like what he said.

I moved my grip up, slowly but surely, up to his tip. And then, down. It baffled and amazed me how my hand stroked him smoothly. His skin was so tender and hot.

I found my pleasure watching and feeling how his member responded in euphoric. A subtle smile resurfaced on my lips as I unconsciously glanced at him.

Sam was gritting his teeth. Slowly, his fangs slowly grew. However, he gritted his teeth and pushed his fangs back.

He's breathtakingly beautiful. Especially now with how his cheek burn in red, resisting and wanting simultaneously.

There was something about his expression that urged me to do better. Hence, I picked up my pace, moving my hand upward and downward, taking occasional slow downs in between.

I didn't know that as I picked up my pace, it would affect him that much. Sam tossed his head back, his legs quivering lightly, as he indulged himself in the sensation.

I gazed down. What if I…?

Out of curiosity, I slowly leaned down. Without a second hesitation, I licked his tip, causing him to bolt up.

His abrupt reaction also made me jolt up. But I didn't let go of him.

"Lilove, what did you…?"

"Did — did it hurt?" I asked in panic. "I, I'm sorry. I just — just want — I thought…"

My mind was suddenly buzzing. I didn't know it would hurt! I just wanted to explore and see if he'd feel good, just like when he did it to me.

"Shh… it's alright." Sam chuckled lightly, catching my attention while shaking his head.

"Hmm?"

"It… it feels good." Sam cleared his throat as he wiped his lips with the back of his fist. "I'm just shock because I didn't expect you'd do it to me."

Sam blushed as his gaze shied away. I bit my lower lip, suppressing myself from grinning like a fool.

"Then, can I?" I hesitatingly asked.

His mouth fell open slightly as the flames in his eyes blazed. "Yes."

Unlike his timid demeanor moments ago, his tone sounded determined. Since I received his permission, I gulped down.

My eyes set on his erection as I breathed in and out faintly. A bubble of euphoria sparkled in my heart upon having it fully in my grasp.

Again, I stroked him carefully, treating it fragile despite the power it exuded. This time, a drop of liquid came out from his tip.

'What was that?' I wondered internally.

Out of curiosity, I placed my thumb over his tip, pressing it. It was sticky. Its texture gave me a sudden idea.

Hence, using my thumb, I pressed it lightly, doing circular motion around his head. It twitched and twitched. Sam suddenly let out a low grunt, causing me to take a glimpse at it.

'So… cute.' I suppressed the urge to kiss him.

Just staring at him made me feel hot — hotter than ever. His pleased countenance also satisfied me. It was strange that I was the one touching him, but I'm also slowly getting aroused.

I looked down once again. Seeing how the nectar appeared between my thumb and the tip of his member, I pursed my lips.

Without a second hesitation, I leaned down and did what he said, felt good. I licked his tip, surprising me.

'It tastes sweet!' I exclaimed internally, making myself lick again to make sure.

It tasted sweet, indeed. Before I knew it, I was licking him like a cat. The tip of my tongue traced around him, causing him to run his fingers through my hair.

"Lilove…" He moaned. I nearly lost it upon hearing how my name sounded so lovely from his lips.

When I looked up to him to peek, Sam was already sitting upright. He was gazing down, looking a little weary, but wanting for more.

"Open your mouth." He instructed under his breath. He then ran his fingers on either side of my face, combing my hair along, and held it on the back of my head.

With this, my hair was less of a distraction. Freeing my face from the stray hair that kept falling down on my side.

"Careful with your teeth." Without shying away, he notified, almost out of breath.

Even though he didn't specify what he was referring, part of me already guessed it. He wanted it inside my mouth.

I'm happy to oblige. Offering a subtle smile, licking my lips as I bent down.

Licking its tip for the last time, I opened my mouth. My lips delicately glided down around him, making his grip on my hair gradually tighten.