“Iwant to,” I assure him.
His breathing hitches, and I know he likes the idea, but I also know he’s going to worry about me the entire time.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“I’m sure. If it’s too much, I promise I’ll tell you. Just let me grab a shower, and then I’m all yours.”
I take my time refamiliarizing myself with my body in that way, breathing through the initial panic caused by my own fingers as they start exploring.
Before I get too far into the process, there’s a knock on the door. I hear Talon’s voice, but he stays hidden, giving me privacy.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want it, but I poured a glass of that Riesling you like.” A glass of white wine suddenly appears around the door. “And then I thought maybe you’d rather havesomething more hydrating, so I brought lemon water too.” Talon’s other hand appears in my line of sight.
“Both look wonderful, Tal. Thank you. Just leave them on the vanity.”
He does so and closes the bathroom door, not pressing for more.
Getting back to work, I think about the man waiting for me as I begin opening myself up for him in a whole new way.
Talon
This is a big fucking deal.
The biggest.
I never allowed myself to think about this possibility because I knew I’d never ask for it. The symbolism of him asking for it tonight…opening night…isn’t lost on me, andGod,I hope I do this well.
I’m not sure whose nerves are higher right now, but I will do everything in my power to put Zeke at ease.
When he emerges from the bathroom, he doesn’t even have a towel around his waist, and I’m struck again by his beauty and his trust in me.
He meets me on the bed, kissing me once before settling on his back against the pillows.
“I want to be able to see you,” he says, and something about the statement has tears pooling in my eyes.
Nodding, I lean down to kiss him softly.
“What’s off limits?” I ask, needing to know if I’m allowed to use my tongue and fingers or if tonight needs to be restricted to the more mechanical act just to help ease him back in.
“Nothing,” he says, lighting my nerve endings on fire.
I stare into his eyes, promising him the world before moving to his neck, down his smooth chest, across his stomach, and further still to his dick. I spend several minutes here. This is familiar territory for us and a comfortable place to be. While my mouth is on his cock, my hand moves to his balls.
Again, nothing new here.
Zeke swells in my mouth as I lick and suck the way he likes. It’s not until his fingers curl in my hair that I tentatively dip my finger lower, behind his balls. He stiffens, but relaxes quickly.
“Are you doing okay?” I ask, checking in.
“Yes,” he confirms.
Tentatively, I rub over the puckered flesh, losing myself to how it feels beneath my fingertip.
Moving down the bed on my stomach, I push one of his knees toward his chest. I don’t want him to feel overly exposed just yet, but I’m at war with myself because I’mdyingto put my mouth on him.
“Can I taste you?” I ask, breathing heavily, needing consent every step of the way.
“Yes,” Zeke says.
