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He gave me full power. Complete control I’d realized I needed to make progress. As long as I was the initiator, I felt sure I wouldn’t have a setback.
Unable to look away from the pearl of pre-cum glistening on its tip, I stepped closer. “I’m going to touch you.”
“Please,” he rasped.
With the pad of my thumb, I rubbed the slippery liquid down the front of his cock and closed my fingers around the other side. I gasped at the feel of him. His skin was hot. Hard, yet silky soft. I tightened my grip and slid my hand back up to the mushroom head, a ripple of arousal fluttering over me.
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this,” I murmured, transfixed on how he moved through my fist. “Like…satin and steel at the same time. You’re beautiful.”
He hissed, making my pussy flood with wetness.
“That’s so damn good, Jasmine,” he groaned but remained still. “God, do I love having your hands on me.”
My hands onhim…definitely an easier step forward than him attempting to touch me.
I slid down his length until my pinkie brushed his fingers still clutching the base of his cock. Back up to smear through the moisture gathering at the tip again and another slick slide to his fingers. The feel of him was addictive.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jasmine.”
Tearing my gaze off his stiff length, I lifted my head. The heat in his gaze sent another rush of fire through me, and I pressed my thighs together. “Am I hurting you?” I whispered, stilling my stroking over his hard flesh.
His strained smile didn’t reassure me. “Only in the best way possible.”
I squeezed again and stroked, holding his gaze—lost in it, really. His dark blue eyes commanded my full attention.
The muscle in his jaw ticked, and I imagined he wanted to kiss me. Maybe even fuck me right there on the kitchen island. But, he wouldn’t—unless I asked him to.
Having that power over him was a heady thing. Addictive.
“Can I kiss you?” I whispered, my focus dropping to his parted lips as my hand once more halted its movements over his length.
Micah nodded and slumped onto the barstool directly behind him, releasing his cock. He sat at eye level…fingers digging into his thighs.
Still holding his hard cock, I stepped between his legs. An unsteady breath filled my lungs, and I leaned forward, closing my eyes.
“Look at me, Jasmine.”
Halting my forward motion, I fluttered my eyelashes back up.
“This is a major step—you need to keep your focus on me so you remember who you’re touching.”
“I-I’ll go cross-eyed,” I said, on the verge of giggling from nerves and need.
“Then go cross-eyed,” he insisted, his low tone liquid sex, like melted chocolate on my tongue. “I just want you to stay in the present, okay? Seeing me might help—and if you’re okay after the first brush of our lips, then go ahead and close your eyes. Try for more. I’m at your disposal.”
I studied his eyes, finding no hint of jesting, nothing but genuine desire to help me. And definitely kiss me. “Thank you.”
A slow smile curled up one side of his lips. “You can thank me after you kiss me. Go ahead, Jasmine. Take what you want.”
Our noses brushed without issue since I initiated it, and I inhaled his sweet breath, emboldened to briefly press my lips to his. My heart rate kicked up even higher but in a good way.
Micah didn’t respond, but sat still as stone.
I pulled away, gaze still latched on his. “Kiss me back, Micah,” I whispered and squeezed his slick length.
He swallowed audibly and nodded.
I stroked down his cock once then leaned in again but couldn’t keep from closing my eyes as his lips moved against mine.
