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He smiles again.“Now how can I deny that?But you’re already touching me.”
I hold his gaze.“Not the way I want to.”
His smile slowly fades as his eyes burn with an intensity that makes me feel breathless and a little giddy.“How do you want to touch me?”he asks, his voice gruff like it gets when he’s turned on.
Feeling bold and bolstered by the fact I haven’t had a single panic attack tonight, I slide my hand down his chest, past the waist of his pants, until I’m cupping his hard cock over the denim material.
“I want to touch you here, without anything between us.”
He drops his head to my shoulder and lets out a groan.“Fuck, yes.”
I quickly unbutton his pants, and he helps me slide them over his firm ass and down his thighs.He rolls to the side in order to kick them off his ankles, and then before I even have a chance to comment, he slides his boxer briefs down and kicks those off too.
My jaw drops as I stare at his impossibly thick cock, but it’s not the size that’s got me awestruck, impressive as it is.No, it’s the barbell piercing on the head of his dick that has completely grabbed my attention.
Tentatively, I reach my hand out and delicately touch it with my pointer finger.Miles hisses and closes his eyes as if in pain, causing a frisson of concern.
“Does it hurt?”I ask, starting to worry I hurt him.But why would he get something like this if it causes him pain?Is it a kink thing?Is he into pain too?
“No,” he grumbles.“It feels fucking good having you touch me—too fucking good.I’m barely holding it together here, Baby Girl.”
Oh.Oh.
Well, now I don’t feel so bad.Feeling bold, I gently wrap my hand around his length, surprised at how velvety soft the skin feels, even though it’s rock-hard underneath.I slide my palm up and down, feeling the ridges of his throbbing veins.A milky white liquid leaks out, and I look up at Miles for him to tell me if that’s normal or not.But the words get trapped in my throat at the look on his face, the clear battle he’s fighting.
“Don’t stop.Whatever you do, please don’t stop.You have no fucking clue what you do to me,” he says, his voice broken like it’s a struggle to talk and feel at the same time.
I slide my hand up over his tip, catching the moisture and using it as I move my hand back down.
“Harder,” he chokes out.“Grip it harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He huffs out a laugh.“Trust me, you won’t.”
He hasn’t led me wrong so far, so trusting him, I tighten my grip and continue moving my hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the way my touch on this one spot affects his whole body.His thighs tense up, his chest heaves, his gaze watches my every move although his eyes are hooded like he’s fighting against the instinct to close them and toss his head back.
I move my hand a little faster and experiment with different grips.Remembering a magazine article Rikki read to me once, I twist my hand while I slide it up and down.
“Fuck, fuck,fuuuck,” he says, his hands gripping the bed beside me as warm cum shoots onto my hand and his stomach.I continue my movements but slow them down to feel how he pulses in my hand.After one more tug, he collapses on the bed beside me, seemingly drained.
I open my mouth, but then hesitate.I know I can ask Miles anything, but I also don’t want to come off like a completely insecure newb.
But it’ll bother me more if I don’t ask.“Was that good?”
He rolls his head, his gaze locked on my face and his lips curved in a sated smile.“No, Baby, it wasn’t good.”
I hold my breath, my chest feeling heavy from an invisible weight while I wait for his next words.
“It was fucking incredible.”He rolls over, his arm draping over my stomach.“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
That invisible weight lifts as I stare into the eyes of the man I’m without a doubt falling head over heels in love with.
