“That’s fine. What kind of touch are you comfortable with right now? And what don’t you want?”
My lips pursed as I thought it over. What was I actually okay with? I wanted a lot. I wanted the whole shebang, sausage and all, but that wasn’t happening yet. His eyes shifted to the ceiling as he took several deep breaths, and I smothered a laugh. His being able to hear my thoughts was oddly fun. I like seeing him lose that composed mask he wore. I wondered if we did fuck, if I could get him to come completely undone.
“Vince,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Sorry.” I took a deep breath to focus. “For now, you can touch my face and hands anytime we’re alone. I want to stay clothed. Maybe I could put your hands where I want them?” It was a lot to ask, but I wouldn’t know what I was comfortable with until we did it.
“I can work with that.”
“And kissing? Maybe I can initiate it for right now?” I asked.
“That is acceptable.”
“What about you? You have to have things you don’t want me to do or places you don’t want me to touch.” This had to be even, not all about me.
“My tail. I don’t mind you holding it, but don’t stroke it. It’s very sensitive, and I find it arousing.”
I nodded, though I was very interested in kissing it. Eventually, maybe.
He cleared his throat as his eyes lifted again. “Yes. Just not unless you want to fuck.”
That was reasonable.
“I don’t mind if you touch my arm or side in public, but I am the captain, and as such, I do have to remain professional. That also means, when I’m on duty, if you could not intentionally try to distract me, I would appreciate it.”
“Like how?” I couldn’t control my thoughts all of the time.
“Like when you thought of tweaking my tail as I was talking to my subordinate.”
Ah. Yeah, that had been fun, but I understood. “I can still tease you though, right?”
“Of course. I like it.”
Good, because I loved messing with him. Playing with Don was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. I swallowed as I looked at his wide lap and my heart thrashed. “Can I…” I trailed off as I pictured climbing onto his lap and pressing against his chest.
“Yes.”
Heart in my throat and nerves dancing like electricity through my veins, I stood and went toward him. Don didn’t move, except his eyes followed my movements and his tail thrashed. I placed my hands on his shoulders, marveling at the firm muscles beneath my hands, and climbed onto his lap.
It was awkward as I sat on him. Unease rolled through me. I was in a very vulnerable position if he chose to take advantageof it. Don slowly lifted a hand, giving me plenty of time to pull away, and cupped my cheek. General peace blanketed me. I sagged against his chest, boneless.
I shook my head. “I don’t want your inner fire.”
He yanked away. “My apologies.”
I nuzzled his neck. “I’m not mad. I don’t want your inner fire. I want you, Don.”
“Thank you,” he said in a thick voice.
I shrugged.
Warm. I was so warm and comfortable. Heat radiated off of him like a furnace. His lap was easily wide enough for me to sit on, but not so wide that straddling him like this was uncomfortable.
Unable to stop myself, I rubbed my face against his chest and neck. His shirt was soft on my cheek, while his scales had a discernible ridge to them, though they were smooth at the same time. I loved the texture of them on my skin.
Thoughts of being naked and rubbing all over his black scales while kissing the peeking glimpses of red and gold skin ran across my mind, making me groan. Don wasn’t far behind. The deep rumble stoked my arousal, though a tinge of discomfort tainted it.
“Vince,” he whispered. I felt something rather large harden beneath me, and I tensed. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything.”
