He smiled as he came closer. “I want to look at you. Is that okay?”
I shrugged, my face heating as he walked around me. “Whatever you want.”
“Good,” he murmured, placing a kiss on my shoulder as he circled me. My skin heated as his gaze trailed over me. And when he stood in front of me, he leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips.
“Kneel for me, sweetheart.”
I was temporarily shocked at his words, but the longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to comply. So I dropped to my knees and sat back. Looking up at him, I saw pride and adoration on his face again, and the hint of something I was afraid to name.
“Like what you see?” I asked. I could even hear the hope in my voice.
John ran his hand over my head. “I love what I see, and you are such a good man.”
As I stared up at him, trying to make sense of why this was affecting me this way, a tear slipped down my cheek, just like the night before. I wasn’t embarrassed, because somehow I knew he wasn’t going to tease me about it. Whatever happened here, I was safe with him.
John wiped away the tear, then stepped back out of my reach. He unbuttoned his shirt as I watched him expose himself to me. He stripped away the hard exterior we had to wear every day and showed me who he was. But if I were being honest with myself, I knew who John was.
When his attire matched mine, he got on his knees in front of me.
“I want to touch you,” I said, wanting to make him feel good.
His smile was warm as he took my face in his hands. “You can. But I’m going to need something from you first.”
My smile matched his. “What’s that?”
John took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to need you on your back looking at me while I— take you out of your head. Think you can do that?”
I sighed dramatically, acting like a fool, as usual. But the seriousness in his eyes stopped me in my tracks. I nodded and got to my feet.
Crawling onto my bed, I stretched out across the duvet and tucked my hands behind my head. John stood and looked down at me, stroking his cock.
“I’m gonna take you bare unless you have an objection. I don’t want anything between us.”
I shook my head. “No objection here. You own my ass for ninety days. You can have it as long as you want it.” The teasing remark was meant to lighten the serious mood, but as he crawled onto the bed between my thighs, all humor left his gaze.
“And you own mine.” Lowering himself onto me, he held my gaze until his lips met mine. Warm, wet kisses ensued as I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and long arms. Reaching down, I took our straining cocks in hand until we were both leaking.
John pulled away from my mouth, leaving me breathless as he continued kissing down my torso. His cock slipped from myhand and when he engulfed my shaft with his mouth, I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
When he’d teased me long enough, he pulled off and kissed my thigh. “Roll over, babe.”
I complied, knowing exactly where this was going. I was ready for him to shove his way into my body and leave behind a memorable burn. But that’s not what I got.
Crawling over me, he braced his hands beside my head and lowered his upper body onto my back. John enveloped my lower body with his knees and legs along my hips while he gently thrust his cock along my crease. He wasn’t seeking entrance, but building the anticipation while he placed kisses along my neck and shoulders. Working his way lower, his stubble tickled my spine as he licked a trail down to my ass.
“God you’re making me crazy. Just fuck me already. I can take it.”
“No,” he chuckled softly. “I’m taking my time with you. You just lay there and enjoy what I give you. You aren’t in control. I am. Remember?”
I rolled my shoulders off the mattress as my body broke into shivers. His touch, his words, and his affection for me came charging through my brain and taking me off guard. He wanted control, and I wanted to give it to him.
John sat back on my lower legs and kneaded my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and leaned down to bite my ass. I yelped, making him chuckle. And when he was good and ready, he tapped my hip. “Up on your knees, but keep your shoulders and chest on the bed.”
Following his directions, I got up just like he asked and stuck my ass out. I shook it for good measure, earning myself a playful pop on the ass.
“Stop it,” he said. “Shaking your ass at me isn’t going to get me to go any faster, sweetheart.”
More shivers crested over me when he ran his stubble across my ass cheeks. And when he reached between my legs and took my erect shaft in his hand, I almost lost it from sensory overload.
