“Turn over so I can get to the other side,” he whispered the next time we came back up for air.
Wordlessly, I complied, and plastered my back against his chest, loving the heat of his corded body. He rubbed my chest, his neatly trimmed nails grazing my nipples. He hummed when I tensed under his touch, going back to pinch and stroke them again before flattening his hand across my belly.
“Your body is amazing,” he said, nipping my shoulder. “And your skin . . . fuck me, it’s the softest I’ve ever felt.”
Normally I’d name off a skin routine or a workout regimen, but this time I simply relaxed against him. When his hand dipped below the waistline again, he paused when his fingers met my cock, and his breath hitched a few times.
“It’s okay if this is too much all at once,” I said, stroking his forearm. “We can stop right now.”
“It’s not too much, and I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’,” he purred. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away, cowboy.”
With that, he got a little bolder, exploring my length, his rough hands surprisingly gentle. I gave a little moan when he delicately handled my balls, and he spent a little more time on them. I let out a harsh breath when he dragged his thumb over my slit, and he brushed against it a few more times. This sexy man sure was a fast learner.
“Is that lube on your bedside table over there?” he asked softly against my ear.
I nodded, and he wordlessly stretched out over me to grab it, then flicked the top open with his talented thumb. His bottom arm was pinned under me, so I took the tube and poured a bit into his palm before placing it back on the table.
He closed his palm around the lube, warming it before sliding his hand under the lacy material of my underwear. This time, he touched me with confident strokes, smearing the lube up and down my length as I melted back into him.
I’d been on edge ever since that kiss in front of the car, and my orgasm was spinning up with embarrassing quickness.
“Um, I’m gonna . . .” I said, wanting to warn him.
He grunted and stopped stroking. Before I could worry whether he liked this, he moved down to my balls, squeezing and tugging on them, just as before. Right as the tension of the impending orgasm left my body, he began stroking me again.
“Oh, fuck.Kit.”
He again stopped jacking me and played with my nuts and taint.
“Wait. Are you edging me?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder. “You’ve never been with a man before and now you’ve got edging game?”
“Turn around is fair play,” he muttered, then purred as he began stroking me again. Getting me close, then backing away. Right up to the razor’s edge, then changing it up so that I couldn’t come.
Bastard.
“Turn on your back,” Kit said softly after the third or fourth time of driving me out of my mind. “I need to see you.”
I eagerly did as he asked, and helped him remove the lacy under things, needing to come so badly I was ready to beg.
He sucked a deep breath as he took in my body, his expression reverent. I could still see his nerves in the slight wayhis hands shook as he glided his fingertips up and down my thighs and belly and chest and neck and face.
He leaned in, kissing me thoroughly before whispering, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I like doing it with you.”
I wished he felt a little more comfortable, but this was Kit’s path to walk, and I wasn’t going to speed it up or try to make him feel like he was doing it wrong. He leaned in to suck on my nipple, and I inhaled sharply.
“Love having my nipples played with.”
He switched sides, and I squirmed under his attention. He kissed me as he touched me, running his rough hands over my body, stroking me until I was half out of my mind, then backing off to touch my body again. Finally, he deepened our kiss, hitching one leg over mine, gripping my cock with that steadfast focus of his. Working me up-and-down, up-and-down, thumbing my head, drowning me in kisses.
I whined, arching my back, lifting my hips, chasing his hand. This time, he tightened his grip, took it up a notch, and went a bit faster.
“Come for me, Sky. If you’d like.”
That simple request, said so humbly and combined with the insistent heat of his stroke, sent me over the edge. Kit watched as cum shot across my belly, his eyes widening at the evidence of his talented hands.
“Oh.”
