“You can,” I say, “if you let yourself.”
He nods, and the movement brings his mouth near my jaw. He doesn’t make contact, but I can feel the potential, the electricity.
My hand slips to the small of his back, pulling him in. He gasps, not from fear, but from surprise.
“You’re very…direct,” he says.
I laugh. “Would it make it easier if we danced around this chemistry all night?.”
He doesn’t answer.
We stop moving, but I don’t let him go. The silence is loaded.
He says, “Is this where you break me?”
I tighten my hold. “No. This is where you see how it feels to be wanted.”
His body softens against mine, just a bit. He leans in, the weight of his trust unfamiliar but not unwelcome.
“Are you going to kiss me?” he asks.
I consider, then say, “I don’t know. I don’t normally kiss my pets. Do you want me to?”
He looks at me, eyes steady. “Yes.”
It’s the only answer I need.
I lower my mouth to his, slow, giving him every chance to change his mind.
He doesn’t.
The first touch is hesitant—his lips uncertain, but his body sure. I deepen the kiss, careful not to push too far, too fast. He learns quick, matching my rhythm, opening to me. His hand tightens at my neck, desperate, almost pleading.
I want to see how far he’ll go before he’s scared.
But I don’t want to scare him. Not really. Previous toys were fun to break, but having Landon in my arms like this reaffirms the feeling I had to protect him.
Even from me.
It won’t always be this way, but for his first time, I’d rather not render his ass unusable for the rest of the month.
I pull back, just enough to look at him. His cheeks are flushed, lips red and swollen. He stares at me, dazed.
“You okay?” I ask.
He nods, voice lost.
I brush a thumb across his jaw. “You want more?”
He can’t speak, just nods again.
I step back, keeping one hand on his waist. “Let’s take this slow,” I say. “I don’t want to break you.”
He laughs, and it makes my cock twitch.
“Too late,” he says.
I like that.
