“Howdoyoufeel?”His low voice rumbled quietly in my ear.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I accustomed myself to my temporarily acquired blindness.“Why are we doing this again?”
“Because when you stifle one sense, the others become more sensitively attuned.”
“I don’t know that I need to be any more sensitive.”I laughed nervously.
His hands fell to my shoulders.“Harley, if this isn’t something you want, we don’t have to do it.We can try another time.”
I wanted it.But I needed to see him.See his face, assess his level of arousal, assure myself of his willingness to be with me.
“I want to,” I assured him weakly.“I love the games we play.”
He gently tugged the blindfold off.“We’re not doing it if you’re not sure.”Giving me a half-smile, he prodded, “If this is something you want, why is it hard for you?”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked away.“It’s not.”
“Honesty.”
My eyes skittered back and forth, considering my options.
Honesty, theoretically, would bring us closer.
Every ‘game’ we’d played so far finished with a very happy ending.For both of us.I had no reason to believe this would be any different.
“When we’re together, and I can see your face…and your…” I circled my finger around his groin area.
“Cock.”
I blushed.“Yes.”
“Say it.”He grinned, tweaking my nipple.
I laughed and batted his hand out of the way.“Penis.”
His eyes bugged out of his head.He barked out a laugh before tackling me to the bed.“Penis?How very clinical of you!”
I laughed up into his smiling face as he hovered over me, still fully dressed.The man was beautiful.There was no doubt about it.
“I’ll help you out.When we’re together and you’ve got eyes on my face and my cock…”
My smile faded.“I can tell you want me,” I answered quietly.
The happiness leached from his eyes.
I turned my face to the side.“I’m sorry.”
With a finger to my jaw, he turned my head to face him.“I think, in light of what you said, I’d like to do this even more.With one adjustment.”His lips quirked with amusement.
“What’s the adjustment?”
His smile returned.“At any point, you can signal the need for reassurance, and I’ll give you my cock.My very hard, very happy, very enthusiastically participatory cock.”
I snorted out a laugh but nodded.“What’s the signal?”
“My name.You only have to say my name.Can you manage that?”
“Yes.”
