Oh, he was going to make me do calendar math?
While he held my dick steady?
It seemed to be doing its best to float away or explode, so he was wonderfully helpful. It was distracting, though. No one had ever held my dick on a first date before. “I…um…in forty-eight hours? I have to do one day away to think so I don’t agree to anything stupid. I have to ask two questions. Then we can have a date and naked orgasms will be involved.”
I’d completely lost track of who was going to get to come, but I remembered the naked orgasms part.
That was hard to forget.
“Alright.” Anson leaned closer and gave me another soft kiss, barely brushing his lips against mine. “This is Friday night. Saturday night is our twenty-four-hour mark. So as long as you don’t change your mind, we’ll go out for dinner on Sunday.”
Cocking his head, he went back to making slow circles over my dick. “Let’s say an early dinner so we have plenty of time to have fun after we eat.”
Or before we eat.
“I like lunch. Or…or we could do breakfast? People have breakfast dates.” Orgasms were for any time of the day, not just after dinner.
Anson’s lips turned up but it was more wicked than anything I could label as a smile. “Tomorrow evening, if you still want to go out on Sunday, I’ll let you ask very nicely for a breakfast date. But only if you’re very polite and you beg very sweetly.”
I was going to come if he kept saying stuff like that.
“I…I can be polite and I can beg.” Yes. That wouldn’t be a problem. “I…but I think I’m supposed to…I think I’m supposed to ask you what you want? Do you…do you want a dinner date?”
Compromise.
Sharing.
It wasn’t all about me, and no matter what Francis said, I remembered that.
And the smile was back to a smile. “Good boy. Thank you for asking what I wanted too. However, I’m very flexible when it comes to our plans, and I’m thoroughly enjoying fucking with you. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most about our date. It doesn’t have to start at dinner.”
Good.
Wait.
Start?
How long was he going to keep me?
All day?
Longer?
“I…” There was something I was supposed to say. “I like breakfast. I…I like being fucked with. Oh, and…and do I have to wait all day to come or to see you come? Someone was getting naked and having an orgasm. I remember that part.”
Thinking was so hard.
“Oh, you’re so tempting.” Anson confused me sometimes, but I knew the look on his face at the moment. He was feeling very pleased with himself for scrambling my brains. “I promise you won’t have to wait all day as long as you make sure I have your limits list and I’m confident I know just how I can use you.”
He said the sweetest things.
“Yes, I…I’m going to send you my limits list.” As soon as I found a better one online. Hmm. “I…I need to think for a moment, Sir.”
I was sad when his hand moved to my thigh, but seeing how quickly he listened made my whole body tingly.
“Good boy.” Anson waited, watching my face and ignoring everything else around us.
“I have a list but it’s…I don’t think it’s detailed enough. Can you send me one you like?” Mine didn’t even have anything I could classify as my experiment on it.
