The way we were positioned had his backpressed flush against the front of my body. There was no hiding my body’sreaction to his. Maybe that made him more comfortable, but as my fingersskimmed lightly over his chest, his body relaxed again and sank into me. He wasn’tjust lying on me; it was almost like he wanted me to wrap myself around him.
When I caressed over his nipples, hisentire body tightened, but in a way that made me smile and do it again. He madea low, breathy sound that let me know just how sensitive he was. When my handsmoved down his chest, he made a quiet sound of protest that had me chuckling.He clearly wanted my hands back at his nipples, but he hadn’t said anything.
Was it because he wasn’t comfortableasking?
Was it because he wanted to let me exploreand set the pace?
Was it his way of solidly putting thecontrol in my hands?
There were too many possibilities, and Ihad to admit, I liked the idea of him giving up control. He’d made littlecomments at dinner that had me curious about his interest in other things. I hada feeling that his kinks didn’t stop at sexy underwear.
I kept my touch light and slow as Icaressed his chest. I wanted to go faster, but there was a part of me that felta rush of pleasure with every reaction and every little hint at Lane’s growing impatience.When his silence finally broke, he made me chuckle.
“You’re trying to make me crazy, aren’tyou?” Frustration was clear in his voice, but I didn’t get a sense that he wastrying to rush me. It was more of an acknowledgment than anything else.
“Yes.” I liked his little reactions, butknowing I was pushing his buttons made everything even better.
Lane groaned and seemed to make some kind ofinternal decision because the subtle reactions were slowly fading to somethingmore obvious. He arched up into my touch, inadvertently rubbing his lower backagainst my cock. It sent a shiver through both of us, and it made me think thatit was the first time he’d realized how turned on I was as well.
I chuckled and brought my hands back up tohis nipples. Lightly circling them, I was completely focused on theanticipation I felt building in him. “You like being teased.”
It wasn’t really a question, but Lanenodded. “Yes.”
His answer came out slightly breathy andfilled with more need than I’d heard from him before. It pushed away anyreservations that may have been working in the back of my mind, and let mefocus solely on him. “I like teasing. But that means that I’m in control of howfast or how slow I go. Is that what you want?”
Yeah, we were really going to need to havea few more discussions. But as his head nodded enthusiastically, and he pressedupward just enough to let me know it was what he really wanted, the thoughts ofa discussion faded away. No, at that moment, the only thing I wanted was tofigure out what else made him crazy and push him to the edge.
As my thumbs gradually tightened thecircles I was making on his chest until they were almost skimming over hisnipples, I decided to see what else he might enjoy. “You want to be good forme, don’t you? You don’t want to be naughty. No, I think you like beingverygood for me.”
It wasn’t exactly dirty talk, but he letout a moan and nodded. It was all the encouragement I needed. Letting the padsof my thumb caress over the stiff peaks I could feel through his shirt, I letmy voice deepen. “I like the idea of you being very good for me. You’re a bitreserved and careful in public, but I think when you let that all go you’re asexy little thing that wants a firm hand. Aren’t you?”
Yes, he didn’t really want attention inpublic, or at least that’s what he said, but in private, it would be somethingcompletely different. He just needed the chance to see that it wouldn’t scareme off. No, if anything, the stuff I’d seen on the website had only made memore curious about him. Anything else he wanted in the bedroom would be finewith me.
Lane made needy little sounds and noddedslowly. Was he unsure about sharing that side of himself with me or was heconcerned about what I would think?
“I can’t wait to see how you’ll look when Ihave you so turned on you can’t think. I’m going to take my time exploringeverything that makes you crazy.”
“Now?” The desire and caution in his voiceseemed to be tangled up together.
“A little bit tonight. But I can’t waituntil you come over to my place.” I tried to let him hear how much I wanted him.
As turned on as I was, and as much as Iwanted him, this wasn’t casual or just an excuse to get off. He was so muchmore than that. As sure as I was that I was making the right decision, therewere so many things running through me it was hard to pin them down.
Lane moaned, and I could hear morefrustration in his voice. “How little tonight?”
I couldn’t resist smiling as I pinched hisnipples through his shirt. He squirmed, and a whimper came out, but his hipsthrusting up made it clear he liked the quick flash of pain.
“Please, yes.” I wanted to hear morebegging from him, but the first careful pleas were so earnest and open, I hadto reward him. I moved my hands away from his chest, and listened as hewhimpered in protest. But when my hands started sliding up under his shirt, thesounds of protest turned to anticipation.
His skin was so smooth I wanted to just liethere caressing him. The pictures online had made it clear he waxed orsomething, but the reality of feeling it was incredible. The flat planes andsharp angles of a man’s body but with the soft, touchable skin that I’d neverassociated with a guy were addicting.
“I like hearing you beg.” My fingers wentback to circling around the nubs on his chest, and he seemed to be fighting theurge to thrust up against me again. “Very good, you know you need to wait,don’t you?”
Lane’s head moved up and down, and anotherwhimper escaped. “Please touch me, please.”
The pleading words went right to my cock.Rewarding him, I finally flicked my fingers over his stiff peaks, and I felt ashiver run through him. “Very good; I think you need a reward.”
Before the words were even out, I pinchedhis nipples again, this time just a little harder. He moaned, and his hipsthrust up again. Relaxing my touch, I went back to the slower teasing caresses.“So responsive. I love watching you react.”
