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I lean closer to her, so close my temple rests against her jaw so I can speak against her neck, keeping my voice low but clear. “I’m so proud of you, little one. You got more than your goal written, and you earned your reward. You’ve been so brave and so perfectly obedient, doing exactly as I asked even though you’re scared of the unknown, of what might happen. But something is telling you to just trust me, to just summon all your courage and take a leap of faith, because you want what you so desperately hope I can give you. Isn’t that right, princess?”

She nods almost imperceptibly, but I feel it because of the hold I still have on one side of her head and my forehead now pressed to her chin as I made my way along her sensitive flesh. I could feel the chills rising on her skin where my lips barely grazed as I spoke.

“Yes, Sir?” I prompt.

“Yes, Sir,” she corrects herself on an exhale.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, feeling her immediate shudder at the words she longs to hear above all others. And then she moves, no longer tilting away to bare her throat to me but the opposite—trying to get closer to me, to press her soft cheek against the thick hair covering mine. It reminds me of a cat when it’s being sweet and rubs the side of its face against you as it starts to purr, and I have no doubt it’s a mindless movement on her part, her body acting on its own.

I press a soft kiss to her neck, and when she whimpers and follows when I start to move away, I accept that as her unspoken permission to keep touching her with my mouth and not just my hands. So I continue to pepper kisses along the column that leads to the top of her shoulder, closing my eyes and listening to the way her breaths come quicker, her heartbeat loud in my ears.

Or maybe that’s just my imagination playing tricks on me. I can feel her pulse pounding against my fingers, against my lips and cheek—whichever is pressed to her at any given moment—and combined with my own thumping steadily but hard, it seems just like I can hear hers as if I have my stethoscope against her chest.

I continue to murmur her earned praises, feeling her both melt and grow more excited by the second, and it would be so easy to take things all the way right here and right now, gently coaxing her inch by inch until it’s all my inches filling up her pussy. But I’m no twenty-something-year-old boy who’s just trying to get his rocks off.

I’m a grown-ass man who craves to enjoy every moment of this journey and not just the destination. I’ve had half a century on this earth to realize this kind of connection is not a race to win—trying to get to that finish line as fast as humanly possible. This is a backpacking adventure to remember every step of the way in order to find one’s true self and share it all with another.

So no, I won’t be using her reward as an excuse to feel her willing cunt milk my cock tonight, though I know I have the uncanny ability to make that happen even if she came here with the solemn promise to “behave.”

Oh, I’m well aware it was technically her asking me to behave, to contain and keep control over “myself” when we finally met. But what she was truly asking me, what she was really begging for, was for me to keep her from sleeping with me the first time we’re alone together. She’s stated time and time again how much she desires me, and she knows human nature could take over, throwing all good intentions to the wind to get the instant gratification good sex can bring. But it’s as important to her to do this right as it is for me, which is why she asked me to behave, and that makes her even more what I long for.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other physically pleasurable rewards to be had.

I drop my hands from her slowly, allowing her to come back to herself so she doesn’t topple over from being immediately released. Her eyes open gradually, but only to half-mast, and I can imagine this is the same expression she wears when she’s had a few drinks or maybe a little high. But she’s completely sober now, aside from being a bit love drunk, or intoxicated by a different kind of dope—dopamine, that is.

I file that away to work in with my colleagues when they’re all tossing around dad jokes at the hospital. I usually have to memorize some off the internet in order to not make them uncomfortable with the things I personally find funny.

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