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“Anything?” she whispered, wrapping her hand around my length, licking her lips as she realized her thumb and fingers didn’t touch as she stretched around my girth. “You’re so thick,” she murmured as she dragged her hand from the head to the base and back up again, making precum drip from my slit. “And this is so hot.” She rubbed her thumb through my sticky release before she went back to sliding her hand up and down my shaft, watching my reaction to her touch.
“Your body,” she groaned. “I still can’t believe I’ve been painting it all these months. You… everything about you feels familiar.” Sliding her other hand between my legs, she cupped my balls, rolling them in her hand.
My body hummed from the familiarity of her touch. A thin layer of sweat covered my body and my cock swelled and throbbed. I twisted my hands in the sheets, trying to control myself and not come all over her in seconds.
“Nee,” I groaned.
She froze, and I could feel her body shift, nerves seeming to take over.
“Hey, talk to me. I can’t read your mind.” I sat up, resting my hands on her thighs. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, as if she couldn’t bear to say it.
Leaning closer, I brought my mouth to her ear. “There is nothing you can’t say to me. I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe me.”
“There is so much I want to do to you,” she whispers, keeping her eyes firmly closed. “I don’t know you and the things I think about doing to you… I’m wet all the time. I’ve not been like that before. Not until you showed up and now I have to change my underwear when I’ve been around you. I read about my past and it didn’t mention anything about me being a freak in bed or someone who had this insatiable need to…” she paused.
Wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck, I resisted the urge to kiss her. “To what, Nee?” My voice was low and husky, sending goosebumps erupting across her skin.
“To taste you, to have you taste me, to feel what it’s like to wrap my lips around you, to see what it’s like to run my mouth over your body, to push my fingers inside you, to ride you, to watch you stretch me while you fuck me, to learn how to bind you like I did in my paintings so I can see how it affects you… God, I sound like some sexual deviant who needs therapy.”
“Put your hand on my cock and open your eyes, Nee. Now.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at my still rock hard erection, wrapping her hand around it again, making me hiss. “Do you feel that?”
She nods with a soft laugh. “It’s hard to miss, Arch. You’re huge!”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “I didn’t get hard for years. Honestly, before you, it was years since anything worked properly. But you, Ionee Millar, make me hard. Always. Still. That hasn’t changed. That will never change unless you physically hit me and I know you won’t, so play, beautiful. Know that I want you to. I’d prefer it if you told me what you wanted to do to me because, shit, that gets me really fucking hot, but if you’re not sure or not ready, then I’m happy to be surprised. If I hate it, I’ll use my safe word. We should talk colors as well. We used a traffic light system. Green is good, orange, we’re nearing our limits and red, we stop straight away.”
“We’re you always this patient and understanding with me?”
I laughed, loudly. “I’m like this because you taught me to live again. You made me a better man. You helped me heal when I thought I was broken.”
Her hand tightened around my shaft and she began slowly fisting my cock again, twisting her hand as she moved up and down.
“I wanna taste you,” she muttered, dropping her head and pushing her tongue out, licking across my slit, sending a surge of precum from me that she lapped up. Falling back against the bed, I closed my eyes and reveled in her playing with me, taking what she needed, and fuck, it felt good.
She lavished my head with her tongue, groaning every time more precum leaked from me.
“God, your mouth is spectacular. I should warn you, I won’t last long.”
She lifted her eyes to meet mine, sinking down, taking me to the back of her throat, and I wasn’t sure if she’d ever looked more beautiful. Bobbing her head up and down slowly, she flattened her tongue, rolling it against the underside of my shaft, letting me sink into her warm, wet mouth again and again. I longed to touch her, to bury my fingers in her hair, to pulse my hips and fuck her mouth…but…
What if she’s not really into this? What if I can’t read her anymore? What if I push her too much or expect something she can’t do?
Out of nowhere, my mind spiralled and fear silenced my pleasure, making my erection soften, despite how close to the edge I’d been.
My cock slipped from her mouth as she sat up.
“Arch?” She looked at me, obviously confused and worried.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “My mind just decided to freak out. It has this effect on me.” I pointed down to my now semi-hard cock.
“Freak out about what?”
“You. You’re still recovering and I’m worried I will push too hard and blow this. I’m terrified I will lose you again.”
“Tell me what you want, Arch. What do you need from me?”
“Can I touch you too?”
