The passionate, intent look made my insideswhirl, but it was the excited happiness radiating from him that took my breathaway. He wasn’t unsure or hesitant. He wasn’t nervous. He was a kid with a newtoy, and it was clear that he was thrilled to be playing with it.
Playing with me.
Playing with me in a nightie and panties.
Another moan tore out of me as his fingerscaressed my balls and moved back to brush over the tiny scrap of fabric thatwent up between my cheeks. Wilder gave a low chuckle and eased a finger underthe panties to pull them down slightly. It was just enough to rub the fabricover my cock and hole.
Some guys might have found it uncomfortable,but I loved the combination of the soft lace and the way it felt almost roughmoving over my skin. It was like a spanking where the pain and pleasure mingledso tightly that it was impossible to explain how it actually felt.
Wilder’s heated smile turned positivelysinful as his finger moved back and forth between my balls and my achinglyempty hole. If he’d have kept going and actually played with either, I probablywould have come right then. I couldn’t decide if his promise tothoroughlyexplore me was a good thing or not.
At that moment,thoroughseemed tobe another word for torturously slow.
“Please…” My hips pushed forward and rubbedmy cock against his abs, sending sparks through me.
The pop to my ass sent more fireworksthrough me, and I let out a whimper that sounded desperate even to me. “Naughtyboy. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You want to be my sexy littlestalker, not a bad boy who gets punished. Right?”
Fuck.
I couldn't figure out what answer would gethim to spank me again.
It’d been so long and he’d done it soright. No hesitation. No fear that I’d get pissed, or that I didn’t want it.He’d listened to me and trusted me. I wanted to promise I’d behave. I liked theidea of being his good boy, but I wanted more of the delicious pain first.
“I’ll try, but you make me so hard.” Thatwas about as honest as I could be. I’d try to behave if that was what he reallywanted, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way.
The hand that had given me the deliciouspain came back down again but started kneading my ass instead of spanking me.Wilder let my cock brush against his body one more time before moving me back.“I can feel how hard you are, beautiful, but if you try to rush me, I’m goingto have to punish you again. I can’t have you thinking you can hurry me along.”
It wasn’t a question, but I wanted toanswer him…but promising to behave would be a lie, and from the bulge in thefront of his pants, it wasn’t a promise he necessarily wanted.
Luckily, I was saved from having to findthe words when his fingers brushed over my hole. A shiver ran through me and agasp of pleasure was all I could manage. It was so simple, but I’d beenvolleying between turned on and being a nervous wreck for hours, so every touchwas magnified.
The hand on my ass started playing with thefabric that covered the top of my cheeks, and I knew from the slightly curiouslook on his face he wasn’t just trying to get me even more aroused. He washonestly exploring me and the things that I liked. He wanted to understand.
I also had a feeling it was his way ofshowing me that he was taking my preferences seriously.
Wilder leaned in and started kissing downmy neck, sending new waves of sensations through me. “You look beautiful. Everysilk and lace covered inch of you is perfect.”
The pleasure was warring with sweeteremotions that were trying to rise up. Relief flooded through me, and I couldfeel my eyes start to water. Not wanting to make him think I was upset, Iturned my head and chased his mouth with mine. He took my lips in a heated kiss,and I could feel his body start to stiffen as I writhed against him. When Ifinally pulled back, I tried to show him with my eyes how much his words meantto me.
“You make me feel beautiful.” I leaned inand gave him another kiss, tender and quick that time. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t even sure what prompted the wordsor what I was actually thanking him for.
Thank you for making me feel beautifuleven though it wasn’t conventional?
Thank you for looking past the exteriorto see who was underneath it?
Thank you for taking a chance andopening yourself up to a new relationship that you never would have consideredbefore?
All of them…maybe none…I wasn’t sure. Itprobably didn’t matter. The smile on his face and the emotion radiating fromhim said he understood. Wilder’s hands slowed their teasing caresses, and hepulled me close, wrapping me in his arms.
“I’m not going to downplay how I feel or tellyou that it’s too soon for me to know what should happen between us. I’msincere when I say I don’t want us to rush. But I need you to know that thisisn’t something I’m going to walk away from when my curiosity is satisfied, andthis isn’t something that I’m going to regret in the morning. No matter whathappens tonight, you matter more to me than anything else. I think you’reincredible inside and out, and nothing will change my mind about that.”
It wasn’t the three little words mostpeople longed to hear from the person who’d captured their heart, but at thatmoment, his words were even sweeter. Giving him another tender kiss, because Iwasn’t sure words would ever explain what was going through me, I nodded.“Thank you.”
There were better words…more exact…moreromantic, but there was just so much inside me it was impossible to sort themout.
Wilder smiled, not bothered at all with mylack of conversational ability at that moment. In fact, he looked almost proud.“Come here, my beautiful stalker.”
