“That’s how big it is?”
I cackle. “Longer than the Hudson.”
His lips curve into a sleepy smirk.
“The Greeks have a fascinating obsession with penises.”
“They do?” he asks around a yawn.
“Yes. Have you ever visited?”
“Athens. Once. For business. But I didn’t visit a museum.”
“Ha, no, I bet you didn’t. Or the tourist spots…”
He scratches his chest. “Definitely not.”
As I process how this is another form of intimacy, getting to see him like this, I murmur, “They have dick bottle openers and dick magnets and all kinds of stuff. Painted wooden carvings. Your dick should have been a model.”
“My dick appreciates the compliment.”
“I can see it does.” Hesitantly, I make to touch him, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.
“Whatever you want from me, Victoria, you can have it. No repercussions. No questions asked. I’m yours.”
My nose scrunches. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“It is to me,” is his simple answer. “That you want to touch me isn’t something I wish to discourage. I don’t expect the same because it’s different for women and I respect that. But I want you. Whatever way you’ll let me have you.”
“I trust you too,” I whisper, surprised at the offer of freedom to explore he’s giving me but excited too.
His thumb glosses over my pulse point. “And I’m glad you do, but I won’t expect the same freedom. Understood?”
Instead of answering, a strange relief filling me at his recognition of the differences between us, I let my tongue flutter out.
I smooth it over the little half circles that join together and form that piece of skin that connects the foreskin to the shaft. When I do, his hips buck.
Fascinated by the reaction and wanting more, I notice his knuckles dig into his upper thigh.
Keeping my touch light, I watch as he shudders when I flit to the slit.That part’s less sensitive. But when I pop the tip into my mouth and suck gently, his ass rocks forward.
His nostrils flare next, and his eyes clench.
The salty liquid on my tongue tells me he’s enjoying it, even if he seems to be in pain.
Humming at that sliver of information, I force more saliva to form in my mouth and then use that to circle the top.
When his hand falls on the back of my head, I feel the control in him. It’s like a living entity. Burning and growing and evolving. A part of me would enjoy seeing him snap, but another part appreciates how tightly he has himself leashed.
I suck on the tip, enjoying the fact that his underpants are in the way. Not only is it discouragement for wearing them in the future, but it’s a good first-time experience. I don’t feel as if I have to gag on him like I’ve seen in porn. I don’t feel like I have to be phenomenal at it. I just need to lick and suck and kiss andtouch.
And the crazy part is, he responds.
Which means it’s working anyway.
The low stress means I enjoy it as well. This crazy powerful man, who rules over parts of NYC like he’s an evil king, is at my mercy.
I can slow down or speed up.
