Knowing how much Drystan cares is enough for Ercilia.
Her desires ultimately overpower her fears. She isn't scared anymore, nervous sure. Her eyes soften fondly, a smile kissing her lips. She feels herself swell with love and affection.
"It's okay…" she told him, voice as small as a breath.
"I'm okay, Dan."
He searches her face for any sign of hesitation, and when he finds none, he proceeds to try to please her as much as he can.
Still rubbing her opening, Drystan slowly reaches his other hand up and cups her breast gently, enjoying the way his fingers smooth over the supple flesh. Ercilia gapes at him, wide-eyed, and he decides to carry on by moving his fingers so they're encircling the base of her breast.
He dips his head down and flicks her nipple with the tip of his tongue. The noise she makes then is almost worth all the waiting he did.
Almost. But this isn't enough yet.
