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"Yes," he answers hoarsely.
I lick my lips as I explore them more, enjoying the groan he gives me before I move on to his face. I trace the pads of my thumbs over his eyebrows and down his closed lids to his cheeks and to his lips. They're soft, plump, and, as Kayo's eyes open again, they pucker to kiss my fingertips. I snatch my hand away because the desire to kiss him is so strong, it feels like it seizes my body. It surprises me.
"Too much?" he asks, but his smile says he's teasing me.
"Talk to me, while I touch you," I request. "Distract me."
"I'm not sure I want to distract you, honestly."
"Why not?" I question, bringing my hands back to him.
"Because this is your first time touching a male," he says as my fingers trail down his neck, across his shoulders. "And my first time having a female touch me."
I like the thought of being the first woman to touch him far too much. Since when have I ever been possessive? The thought of having someone to be possessive over continues my exploration of him, my hands going to his chest. The muscles flex under my fingers in a way that seems very purposeful.
"I don't want you or me to be distracted," he continues while my hands lower to his abdomen. "Because I want to commit every single touch to memory. Want to make sure I remember each and every thought that goes through your mind while your hands are on me. And the way your eyes look at me, and when that small gasp tumbles over your lips without you even noticing."
My eyes snap to his, because no, I didn't notice. He licks his lips as my fingers absentmindedly move on him. I feel it though when his stomach twitches, making me realize just how low my hands have traveled. For some reason, it feels easier, less frightening, to just continue looking at him as I ignore the nerves filling me and move his loincloth aside. He goes absolutely still beneath me, as if he's afraid to move and scare me out of this moment. I move my hand to the side and wrap it around his cock. My eyes widen because my fingers barely meet around his girth. Now...what?
My nerves flare again, but it’s just the confusion of not knowing what to do, but then Kayo releases a shuddering breath. He likes me touching him. I keep reminding myself of that.
"Oh, I can let you know," Kayo says. "I'm trying to keep still so you will know you're still in control."
"Let me know, but don't break through the rope."
"I won't. But it's still only what you want to do, Leah. I promise."
I nod, take a deep breath, and move my hand up. He hisses as my hand meets wetness at the tip of his cock. The thought of tasting that wetness rushes through my mind and I lick my lips before I can even remember that Kayo would have heard that. I stroke my hand back down his smooth skin and he arches up into my grip. He moves my body with his arching as well, his thigh rubbing against my clit, reminding me it's there, and that my wetness is on it. All over it now, because his thigh is soaked from me.
I move my hand up and down on him, and he arches up each time I come down, groaning as I bring it up again. That wetness on his tip comes more and more until it's covering the top of my hand, making it easier for my hand to slide on him. My hips move too, matching the speed that I jerk him. The tension quickly fills me again.
I hear the rope strain more and more, but when I look at his hands, he's making no effort to break it, instead wrapping his fingers around it. Something about how tightly he grips it, like he is barely holding onto control, makes my hand tighten on him, jerk him harder and faster, as my hips buck back and forth on him.
A shaky moan leaves me as I find myself right back where he had me what feels like so long ago, even though I know it can't have been more than minutes. He thrusts his cock into my hand as I grind down harder on him. I feel so powerful, stroking him, him arching up for the pleasure he's seeking from me. Rubbing my clit on him, chasing the bliss I now know my body is capable of reaching, I want more. I want more from him. I want to see him fall apart like his tongue made me. I want to see if his eyes close when he comes, or if he looks into my eyes the way he demanded me to. I want to hear the sounds he makes as I bring him to a finish.
"I'm there," he groans. "I'm there, Leah. Fuck, you have me right there. If you don't want my cum on your hand, then—"
"I want it," I cut him off.
"Fuck." He grunts loudly, then much softer, like the sexiest sigh that could ever be sighed, and my name leaves his mouth. "Leah. Leah. Leah."
His cum spills over my hand, warm and smooth. Those black eyes stay open, staring into mine, his brows furrowed, and his teeth biting into his bottom lip. I will never forget his face right now, or the sounds that leave his mouth. His body stays arched as I give long strokes of his cock, up and down, tip to base again and again. And all the while, with him now groaning my name, and curses in between, I ride his thigh, faster and faster, moans tumbling over my lips as I hurtle towards another orgasm.
His body drops to the couch, but his thigh moves and twitches under me. I notice it, that he's reached his finish, but is still making sure that I reach mine, giving me the pleasure he promised me. And it only takes a few more rubs of my clit on him to get me there. A violent shudder rips through me with my orgasm rushing over me, my hand letting him go so both of my palms can find his chest, steadying myself as I rub hard against him, continuing my high. My eyes close now, they have to because I don't feel I have the energy to keep them open as my hips move jerkily, clit too sensitive again, but body still, somehow, seeking more.
As I slow down, my eyes open lazily to find Kayo looking at me with that softness again. I wish I could read his mind like he can mine. My hands flex on his chest, and I realize one of them is covered with his cum. The vision of me licking it flashes through my mind. God, what would he think of me if I did?
"I would think it was almost the sexiest thing I'd ever seen," he says.
"Almost?"
"Watching you come is the sexiest. I don't think anything could be better than that."
I bring my hand up and his eyes flare, and it makes me lick my lips. His eyes drop to my lips and stay there as my fingertips meet them. My tongue peeks out, gingerly licking one finger, tasting...chocolate? I lick another finger, then another, and another, watching his reaction to it the whole time. The way his eyes move to each finger that I lick, watching intently, his own tongue licking his lips, nostrils flaring with every one of the deep breaths he takes.
"Do you want me to untie you?" I ask.
"Only if you're done with me. And only if you're ready."
