Zayn stepped back, his eyes roaming over Lily’s naked body. He loosened his pants and let them drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Lily couldn’t help but stare. She took in how big it was, how swollen it looked with veins pushed up through the skin. Drops of precum glistened on the tip. Her lips quivered as she involuntarily let out a small gasp, unable to look away from his throbbing erection.
Zayn noticed a flash of worry cross her face. She was remembering their first time, how rough he had been. The memory excited him, but this time would be different.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “If it hurts, tell me to stop, and I will.”
Lily hesitated but nodded in agreement. Her hesitation made him feel guilty. After the sacrifice she had made for him, he was determined to make it up to her.
