Thank fuck I have the barrier of my jeans between us. I’m not sitting down on him, but I have zero doubt that my panties are absolutely soaked. Between touching Wizard and his porn star moaning, even my denim is going to be damp soon.
I’m not nearly finished with him, so I ignore the throbbing all over my own body and keep massaging. I get out of the danger zone and go back up to his shoulders. This time, I wrap my hands around the front and head down his arms, giving his biceps and triceps some love. I bend so low to focus on what I’m doing that goosebumps litter his skin from my warm breath ghosting over him.
After his arms, I run my hands down his back again. He writhes under my touch when I skim past his sides. I don’t know if he likes it or if he’s ticklish. Who isn’t on their sides? I can’t even touch myself there or I’ll double over on instinct.
I massage little circles into the small of his back. I call that the danger zone because I think I might be a bit of a freak. I keep getting this mental image of me peeling down Wizard’s boxers to reveal his tight, glorious ass. I don’t just want to grab it and massage it with my hands. I would love to lick his cheeks, sink my teeth into them, and maybe do some of what he suggested earlier. With my tongue. He was the one who put it out there and it seems to be branded onto my brain.
“Wizard?”
His arms are resting on the bed beside him and his face is down in the pillow. “Hmfph?” He lifts his head and tilts it back, trying to find me, blinking owlishly. Was hefallingasleepwhile I’ve been burning up and losing my mind?
I bite the inside of my cheek. There’s no way I should ask this. I’d planned for a nice evening, not full-on debauchery.
What I didn’t anticipate was wanting him as badly as I do. I knew that I’dwant, and I craved letting him have this time to explore and find out what he wanted and liked. I’m thirty years old and while I’m not a virgin, I’m still figuring out what I like.
I have years and years of what could probably be termed trauma to undo. Not just the childhood stuff, but what I chose for myself. I’m making different choices. I’m discovering that I want crazy things just because I want to make Wizard feel good. That giving him pleasure is the most astoundingly amazing feeling in the world. Caring about him and for him is sexy, and there’s nothing off-limits. I’m coming alive in so many more ways than just how I see the world so differently already. I’ve spentyearsgetting ready for this, long before I ever knew that I was.
“What would you say if… hypothetically… I’d like to eat your ass?”
He blinks at me. “Hypothetically like… real?” Color creeps up his neck and stains his cheeks. His hips pulse, thrusting into the mattress. “I’d say that you should probably let me have a bath first. I showered this morning, but it’s been a lot of hours. There’s this thing about sitting with your ass and balls pressed to a leather seat that gets the sweat going. Erm. That’s probably way too much information.”
I swallow down my nerves and my own blush. “Luckily, we have that insanely nice tub right over there. What if I filled it and put in rose petals? And cracked the champagne?”
“Oh. You want to get me tipsy before you have your way with me?”
It’s adorable how his voice shakes. I think it’s half his control slipping away and half nerves. He has every right tobe nervous. I am too. In a good way. In a way that I really, really want this and I’m only a little bit shaky because I want it to be just right for his sake.
“Just to be clear, it’s not just your ass I want to devour. It’s all of you. Every bit. Your cock, your mouth, your back, your nipples, your arms, your toes.”
“My toes?”
“In the bath. Maybe. Is that crazy?”
“No. It’s hot.” His eyes practically cross. “Are you a freak, Esme?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s yet to be decided. The night is far from over, and we have the room until noon tomorrow.”
He laughs and flips over, sending me flying onto the bed beside him. He did it slowly, so that I’d see it coming and could catch myself. He rolls on top of me. My legs part naturally to allow him to settle between them.
“Fuck, I’m so hungry, Esme.” His hands are already trailing down, undoing the button on my jeans.
“Starving for pussy,” I say dryly, but my insides clench up and heat to a thousand degrees. I can barely breath and my voice sounds sex-wrecked already.
“That’s right.” He undoes my fly and starts edging my jeans down my hips.
“I should probably have a bath too.”
“No. That’s exactly what you shouldnothave. I don’t want to taste bath water and rose petals. I don’t wantchampagne. I want you. I want you exactly as you are right now.” He tugs my jeans down to my knees, then drags his nose along the soft, tender seam of my thigh. He inhales deeply. “Fuck…” He sounds sex-wrecked too, sun drenched like he’s sunbathed in my light, and drunk off of my scent already. “Is this okay?”
I stroke his hair and cup his jaw. “Anything you want is okay. It blows my mind that we’re here, that it’s me that you want. I think it’ll always amaze me, but I mean that in a good way. I want all of this with you. Anything and everything.”
“I don’t just want this to be about me.”
“I do. When it’s about you, it’s about me too. You have no idea what making you feel good, touching you, hearing the sounds you make, learning your scent and the way that you taste, discovering what you like… you have no idea what that does to me.”
“Can I show you what you do tome?”
“By eating my pussy?”
