Xavier looked down with a raised brow. She had been so enthusiastic and curious just now. Why did she look so defeated now?
He bent over and cleaned his precum from the edge of her hand.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, staring into her guilty eyes.
"I just... feel like I'm not doing it well, and those women do it better."
His eyes widened as he remembered she had walked in on one of his scandalous moments, and he cursed under his breath.
"You make me feel good just by looking at me with those dewy eyes of yours. You were doing very well, baby girl, but it's fine if you're uncomfortable," he said before untying her hands and kissing her knuckles.
She bit her lip as he moved his hand to gently caress her hair. He tried to pull his briefs up, but she held his hand.
"Will you leave it that way?"
"I'll take a cold shower."
"But it's cold already."
"Don't worry, I feel hot."
