“Lover, I think, is the preferred term.” I spread my fingers across his stomach, sliding them upward toward his chest.
“Mercy.” His hand clamped down on my hand, stopping it from exploring all the territory it wanted to touch. I looked up to his face. There was an odd regretful glint to his eyes. “I’m not... that is, I don’t like... I’m not into... I don’t get into erotica.”
“Huh?” I asked, then made the obvious connection between his clear discomfort and his mention of the word “bondage.” “Oh, you don’t think I’m one of those women who read bondage books and wants to do that, do you? Because I’m not like that at all. OK, I will admit that the idea of tying your hands to the headboard—it looks very substantial, by the way; is it?—so I can molest you withabandon doesn’t mean I want to do more of that sort of thing. I think it’s a bit funny, to be honest. The bondage, that is, not tying you down so I can frolic upon your manly flesh.”
“Good. I don’t mind taking the dominant role, but I never found it enticing or even moderately titillating to control a woman. I prefer you to enjoy your experiences as you like, without reference to me.”
I laughed. He looked appalled for a few seconds until I clarified, “I can have fun on my own, but I’m sure to enjoy it more with reference to you than without.”
“Ah.” A little smile curled his lips. “I agree, together is definitely more enjoyable.”
“So you wouldn’t even let me use some scarves on your hands to tie you down?”
He looked at his hands, then peered upward at the headboard. “I hadn’t ever considered that. Perhaps another time?”
“Deal,” I said, leaning down to nip at his hip. “It’s actually kind of fun. I’ll let you tie me down, too, you know. And I’m totally with you on the dominating thing. I mean, I want to know what you like, and don’t like, and all that, but I don’t get off on people telling me when and where and how I can enjoy myself. We’re talking a lot, aren’t we?”
“We could be doing so much more,” he agreed.
“You make excellent points, sir,” I said, pulling the end of his towel where it was tucked inside. “So much so that I believe you should be rewarded with some oral sex.”
“That would be lovely,” he said, his eyes filled with hope as I pulled the towel from underneath him. “Although I never got to finish what we started this morning.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn later. Or rather, I will.” I contemplated his nether bits. “Be sure to tell me if I do something that you really like.”
“This!” he said, gasping when I grasped his testicles with one hand, while licking the full length of the underside of his penis. “I like this.”
He liked it even more when I got both hands into the action, and by the time I was experimenting with technique and patterns, he was babbling nonstop, his fingers clenching and releasing the sheet beneath him.
“Stop,” he said, panting, his hands on my shoulders. “You have to stop now, or it will be too late.”
“For? Oh. Gotcha.” I crawled up his body, kissing my way along his stomach, enjoying the taste and feel of him beneath me. There was something about him that made me feel like I was charged with static energy, almost as if we were two atomic particles electrically attracted to each other.
His belly was very sensitive, causing him to contract it when I worked my way over to his hip, giving him a tiny bite there. I wanted to keep touching him, tasting him, learning all the sensitive spots on his body as well as finding out what it was that drove him to the breaking point, but there was no sense in ending our fun prematurely.
“Is it my turn?” he asked, his hands going for my breasts.
“Not yet. I think we’ll save that for another time, because tormenting you... er... pleasuring you really got my motor running.”
“Tormenting is the correct term,” he said with a groan as I spread my hands across his chest, leaning down to lick a pert nipple where it sat surrounded by a light amount of chest hair.
“It’s really amazing how bodies can be so different,” I said, swirling my tongue around his other nipple. “You’re so hard. And no, not just your bald-headed giggle stick.”
His eyes popped open. “My what?”
“You know.” I gently bit his nipple. “Your baloney pony.”
He stared at me.
“Cucumber of love?” I asked, a little giggle slipping out as I said it.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked, one eyebrow rising. “Are there any more you feel you can’t hold back?”
I thought for a moment. “Fun gun, kosher pickle, and Darth Vader. OK, now I’m done.”
“Darth Vader?”
I laughed outright at the expression on his face, comforted by the fact that his lips were twitching despite his attempt to keep a straight face. He sighed a faux martyred sigh, and pulled me upright to kiss me the way I’d been wanting him to kiss me ever since I came out of the shower. “You really are the most unique woman I’ve ever met.”
