I hum a response and curl my fingers in the edge of the towel wrapped low around his hips. “May I?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, holding out his hands as if giving me space to unwrap a gift.
I tug and the towel pulls free, revealing everything.
Damn.
I’ve taken in the size of his hands, feet, and the spread from his thumb to index finger and done the calculations. He’s still bigger than I expected.
A glint of silver at the base of his cock snags my attention. A curved barbell piercing through the skin just above where his shaft meets his body. My eyebrows pinch together as I lean in closer. “Is that a…?”
“Pubic piercing,” he supplies.
“Wow. I’ve never seen one in the wild before.” Heat creeps up my cheeks. I probably sound like a nun on a field trip next to this tattooed, muscled sin-poster. “Does it hurt?”
“Not now.” One corner of his mouth tilts up and he slips his hand between my thighs and brushes his thumb near my clit. “It should give you a little extra stimulation.”
“You realize you’re already stimulating all on your own, right?” I glance at it again. “But I’m extremely curious.”
He lets out a long, slow breath that almost sounds like relief. “I was hoping you might be.”
Curious, scared, excited…hell, I can’t name the emotions coursing through me fast enough.
Brave girl that I am, I stare up at him as I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze. He inhales a shuddery breath.
Gripping him tight, I drag my hand down his length, feeling him pulse under my fingers.
And then I’m stopped by another piece of metal glinting on the ridge of his glans.
“That one should give usbothsomething extra,” he explains in a rough but slightly amused tone.
“Aren’t you just a carnival ride of fun surprises,” I murmur, still staring at it. “Doesthatone hurt?”
“No.”
I’ve never been so intrigued and turned on at the same time. I’ve seen pictures of special piercings before but never one live and in person.
My thumb hovers over the tip of his cock. “Can I touch it?”
“Yes.” He lets out a strangled groan. “Please, do all the touching you want.”
He’s warm and hard under my fingers but his face holds my attention. Watching bliss spread over his intense expression intoxicates me more than any substance ever could.
I keep stroking, careful not to touch either piercing.
“Fuuuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head back, his hips bucking forward.
The green mark on my wrist flares warmer, a subtle throb that matches the rhythm building between us, woven into every gasp, every slide.
Slowly, I work my way to the tip and brush my thumb against one end of his piercing.
He sucks in a slow, shuddery breath.
Still stroking him, I ease myself down until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs brushing his. I flick my tongue against the tip. Taste his warm, silken flesh, then wiggle it against the smooth, silver metal of the piercing.
He groans low and rests one hand on my shoulder.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and I’ve certainly never tried with someone who had such an intimate piercing. Exploring leisurely, mindful where I place my teeth, I take him into my mouth.
