Hmm.
“I can react.” I was good at telling people how I felt.
“I had a feeling you could.” His smile was back. “Reward part one is going to be hands coming off the table and you being able to touch the front of my body. Penis included.”
I liked part one.
But I didn’t move yet because it seemed like a Simon Says kind of thing, and I didn’t want to fuck things up when I was so close. “I like that idea. I’m green. Yes, please.”
One of thosehadto work.
Anson’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. “I thought you would. Part two isn’t something I’m confident about but that’s why I wanted to make sure you knew you could react. Following?”
“Yes.” This was the fun part. “I like lots of things.”
Just no one ever let me try them.
“Part two is going to be both of us heading home but you call me when you’re in bed and we’ll have phone sex.” Whatever he saw on my face made him grin. “Francis can’t think too badly of that plan.”
“He’ll be fine with it. Yes. Fine.” I wasn’t going to ask, though.
I’d just tell him later.
Asking for forgiveness for doing something reckless was generally a better idea…by that point, he knew I was alive and nothing bad had happened.
“I like that idea.” Clear communication was very important. Oops. He got an opinion too. “Do you like that idea?”
“Yes. I like that idea.” Anson picked up my hands, finally moving one of them to his chest as he shifted me closer so we were almost pressed together. “That’s better. Now I’ll know how your touch feels when I’m jerking off later.”
Oh.
“You’re going to come too? We both get to orgasm? I mean, you’re going to talk and do at the same time?” He was excited to come too? “You’re going to be imagining me doing things to you?”
Anson cocked his head but made a low, soft sound as I started stroking over his chest. “That was a few too many questions at once for me to keep track of them all, but I think the best response is yes, we both get to come and I’m going to imagine you doing a lot of things to me.”
“That’s a really good response.” And he had a very nice chest. “I like touching you.”
Doms liked knowing they were being appreciated, right?
“I like feeling your touch and I’m thoroughly enjoying the way everyone is watching you.” His eyes sparkled but I managed not to stick my tongue out at him. “Not going to react?”
“You’re testing me or teasing me or something.” I wasn’t sure what, though. “I kind of like being watched but I don’t want to look away and miss anything good.”
He was definitely more important than our audience.
“So there might be times that you’d focus more on who was looking at us?” Anson moaned as I found his nipples. “No pinching until we talk about that.”
“Yes, Sir.” Did he not like pain? Was pain something that was private? Was he really sensitive? Did I have to earn that right? “I have questions. Can I ask them later?”
Anson laughed quietly. “Yes. And I’m looking forward to your questions.”
He said that now…but I decided to make sure I got all the touching I wanted done before he got frustrated with me.
So down I went.
Slowly and softly and very romantically.
“What kind of phone sex are we going to have?” Yes, that was a much better conversation and a lot less likely to end up with me in trouble somehow.
