“Okay,” she says.
I look away again. “I should close the curtains.”
“No, don’t. I like seeing the stars above your head. And nobody can see in. We’re too high up.”
“Little Miss Penthouse,” I tease. “Okay, stars it is. Get a pillow.”
Maeve reaches back behind her head and she pulls one of the pillows there down and under her. When she’s settled, I reposition myself so I’m lying next to her but while my upper body is pressed against hers, my hips and legs aren’t. I lay back momentarily and undo my belt and lower the fly on my jeans. My dick is already half-hard as I pull it free.
As I give it a slow first stroke, I groan. I wish I didn’t. I wish I could swallow it back. I wish I could block Maeve’s ears from it, but it’s too late. I keep my eyes pinned on Maeve.
“Sorry,” I say.
“No, Loncey, don’t be sorry. I asked for this. I want your noises. I want your facial expressions. I want to know what you look, what you sound like when you come.”
Maeve is not talking dirty. She’s so far from specifically saying certain things to get me more turned on and yet that’s exactly what’s happening as I squeeze my dick harder.
“You turn me on so much,” I tell her and she looks so proud, so pleased, I have half a mind to shower her with more praise but I want to take this slow. I want to get this right.
I also want to enjoy it. So I take in a few deep breaths and start to slowly, slowly stroke my dick. It’s dry and rough, but doing so makes me realize in no time at all just how aroused I am, and how very close to climax I could be. I close my eyes and dive my hand down a little lower and cup my balls, feeling how tight they are.
“Are you okay?” Maeve says and I open my eyes to see her propped up on her elbows looking down at my hand.
“I’m fine,” I say. “No, fuck. I’m good. Really good. Just need a bit of spit.”
I bring my hand to my mouth.
“Wait!” Maeve’s fingers wrap around my wrist and she moves my hand closer to her mouth. A second later, she spits in my hand while her eyes stay on mine and it’s quite possibly the hottest moment I’ve ever shared with another human, which makes no sense considering all the many dirty, dirty things I’ve done with partners.
Lowering my hand back to my cock, I groan once again as the lubrication makes the slide feel so much better.
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out.
Maeve's eyes drop from holding mine to where my hand is moving. “It looks so… dark and red,” she says.
I laugh a little at that. “There’s a lot of blood in there right now.”
“Hmm,” Maeve hums thoughtfully. “What can I do? I want to, you know, help.”
I want to tell Maeve I don’t need much help, that I’ll come easily and very happily in no time with just her eyes on mine and her body next to mine, but I want to involve her. I want her to feel part of this when that is exactly what she’s asking for.
“I’ve never told anyone this before,” I say, “but I really like my neck to be kissed. Could you do that?”
Maeve blinks at me. “Why have you never told anybody that?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug and I’m actually glad for this conversation topic to hold off my pending orgasm. “I like a lot of things, and I guess this one is something that has never looked especially good on camera so I never mentioned it.”
“You really only think about what looks good on camera?”
I give her a one-shoulder shrug and return to stroking myself. “It’s kind of important in my work.”
“I know I shouldn’t be asking this, especially not right now, but what about when it’s not work. Didn’t you want to tell someone then?”
Words dry up in my throat. “I haven’t been with anyone off-camera for a long time.”
Maeve doesn’t say anything but she doesn’t have to. Her expression is one of near sadness, like she feels sorry for me. And it irritates me as much as it alarms me. Maybe Maeve is right. Maybe it is sad that I haven’t told anyone.
“Well, I’m happy you told me,” she says finally. “Now lean back so I can give your neck some attention.”
