It was my turn to be tortured.
Wade blinked several times, then noddedfrantically. “Yes. I. Yes.”
I had a feeling that was all I was going toget from him for the time being, so I slowly eased my hands away from him as hesteadied himself. “Do you want me to take my shirt off?”
I ran my hand leisurely down my chest,clearly aiming for my groin as I waited for his response. It took longer than Ithought it would because he seemed to be mesmerized by the way my hand wastrailing over my body. “I…yes…um…bed…yes…”
What?
Not wanting to assume, I stopped teasinghim and leaned forward to catch his eyes. “Are you asking to go to my bed?”
His wide-eyed stare said he wasn’t sure ofmy opinion, but I had a feeling that was what he wanted. I wanted to reach outand touch him again, but I needed his brain to work somewhat and I needed thereminder that I had to keep control. “Do you want to see me stretched out onthe bed, naked and available for you to touch?”
Blink.
Swallow.
Blink.
Finally a nod and actual words. “Yes,please.”
That was something, at least. “Good boy.”
Standing, I let my body stroke against hisand gave in to the urge to wrap my arms around him. “You did a very good jobtelling me what you wanted. Effort like that needs to be rewarded.”
He swallowed once more, but he was clearlyfighting to find his brain because he spoke again. “What…what kind of reward?”
I pretended to think about it for severalseconds before reaching down and giving his ass a pat. “I think you’ve earned aspanking.”
His body swayed and it seemed to take everydrop of his control to still. “Thank you, Sir. Yes, please.”
So polite and so sweet, even when he wasright on the edge.
It made me wonder what I’d have to do tobreak through those manners.
“Such a good boy.” There were so manythings I wanted to do and so many that I wanted to say, but I forced myself tosimply kiss his cheek. “Come to my room.”
It was clearly the order he’d been waitingfor because his head bobbed and his once graceful body jerked as he moved.There was just something touching and erotic about knowing I was the one who’ddone that to him…who’d chased away every fear and worry and thought about howhe looked or what he was doing.
All he wanted was me.
I wanted that moment to last forever, torelive it in a thousand different ways day after day, but I refused to evenconsider what that might mean.
As I led him to my room, I kept my mind onhow I wanted to please him and the best way to keep that needy, befuddled lookon his face. I knew touching me and exploring my body was what he’d wanted, butI just hoped as he touched me, we didn’t lose all the ground we’d made gettinghim to relax.
His pleasure and his desires were all thatreally mattered to me at that moment.
Wade was vibrating with excitement as wewalked into my room. We moved over to the side of the bed and his hand inchedforward, reaching for my chest before he stopped short. I got a questioninglook from him and guessed that he wanted to undress me. “Yes.”
Energy seemed to build around him as bothhands moved toward me. As his fingers finally stroked over my chest andexplored me, he leaned in and inhaled. He seemed to be soaking up my scent.
Maybe I hadn’t needed to worry about whatwould happen when he explored me.
His touch was soft as he stroked over meand traced the muscles on my chest. When he started working his way down mytorso, I knew his goal was to get my shirt off. But I let him take the lead anddidn’t rush him.
By the time he was inching the shirt up mychest, I was beginning to realize how well he was going to test my resolve notto control the pace. Sitting back and letting someone else steer things wasn’thow I responded to anything, especially when his fingers reached for my pants.
He seemed careful not to tease my dick ashe released the button and unzipped them. I’d kicked off my shoes downstairs,so there was nothing in his way as he lowered them and helped me to step out ofthem and my socks.
