Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Well, now,” she murmurs.
I don’t know if that is good or bad. My hands clench on the arms of the chair. “Tell me I do not disappoint you.”
Her gaze flicks up to mine. “You absolutely do not disappoint me. You’re the perfect size and you don’t have any weird stuff going on, which I appreciate.”
Weird stuff? I’m not certain what she was expecting, but I’m glad that I please her. “If you want me to get piercings, I can—”
“Hush. I like you just like you are. There’s no need to change for me.” Her fingers wrap around my shaft and she gives me the smallest squeeze. It’s the best sensation ever, and I nearly come in that moment. I clench every muscle in my body to keep from losing control.
But then Michaela runs her fingers over the head of my cock. “No foreskin, hmm?”
I shrug. Don’t know what that is either. “Is it something you need?”
“It isn’t important. Was just curious.” She tickles a finger against the divot in the center of my cock. “Tell me what you like, Aithar.”
“You.”
Her throaty chuckle is the most delicious sound. “I meant, what kind of touches do you like?”
It would be impossible to choose. “Everything.”
One delicate brow goes up. “Any particular fantasies?”
“You touching me.”
Michaela giggles at that, shaking her head. “You are far too easy to please, Aithar.”
“Very easy.” In her hands, I want for nothing.
“Well, lucky for you, I have an idea.” She taps the head of my cock, sending a shiver up my spine, and gets off my lap.
I want to protest, because her abandoning me is not what I had in mind. “Where are you going?”
“To get something.” She casts a wicked look at me over her shoulder. “Be patient and stay right there. I’m coming back.”
Is she? Good. I shift my weight in the chair, impatient. After a bit of restless twitching, I decide to pull off my ridiculous tunic. It’s cut too low to be useful anyhow, and I want Michaela to be able to touch me all over. I sling it off over my head and ponder if I should remove my trou, too. That might be entirely too much naked flesh for her, so I opt to leave them on, even if I want nothing more than to get completely naked. I want to feel her when she sits on me again.
Michaela returns from the lavatory a moment later with a bottle in her hand. She gives it a demonstrative little shake and eyes me. “How do we feel about lotion?”
“My skin is not dry.”
“I don’t know, I touched you in a spot that’s hot and dry. It could use a little moisture.” And she leans in and trails a finger along the underside of my shaft.
My cock jerks in response, and I suck in a shocked breath. “You want to lotion my cock?”
“Lubricant feels good. Trust me.”
I know it does. I’ve greased up my own cock in the shower and shamefully jerked it until release, but I never imagined that Michaela would do such a thing for me. It seems as if it’s something that is entirely for my pleasure and not hers, but I don’t want to complain. Not if this is what she wants. “Is this…a normal thing between lovers?”
“Oh god, yes.” She chuckles, squeezing a dollop of lotion onto her hand before setting the bottle on the floor. I’m entranced as she rubs her hands together, smoothing the lotion over them in calm, certain strokes. Her fingers are long and elegant, and I’m fascinated at the wet gleam of them as she reaches for my cock. Then she hesitates before touching me. “You’re not going to come, are you?”
I groan, because I just might. “I do not want to, but I might not be able to help myself.”
“I can wait,” she says sweetly, and just rubs her slick hands together, watching me. “Tell me when you’re composed.”
That might be never. The sound her wet palms are making as they slide against one another is doing terrible things to my control. I close my eyes and concentrate on controlled breathing, of inhaling for five seconds, and exhaling. After a few rounds of this, I feel less like I’m going to burst, and manage a tight nod.
“Poor Aithar,” she murmurs, and she doesn’t sound as if she sympathizes with me at all. She sounds pleased with herself. “You are far too much fun to play with.”
“Am I?” I love her flattery. I love that I’m making this enjoyable for her…somehow. Even if it’s just doing as she asks and clutching desperately at the chair I’m seated in. “I want you to enjoy our time together, because I know I am. Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You’re sweet.” Michaela moves forward again, but she doesn’t touch me. She leans in and lightly kisses me.