He smiled like I was cute but it faded quickly. “Those can be loud, though.”
Looping back to the conversation we’d touched on before, I decided to try to get more information.
“Have you ever tried the sensory-friendly showings? The ones for parents with babies or people who don’t like loud sounds?” I wasn’t sure how he’d take the question but he didn’t get offended over it.
“No.”
The factual response didn’t give me enough to go on but I tried not to show it as he started running the washcloth over his chest. “Well, on our next date we can pick out a documentary together and maybe get takeout? Or I could cook for you. Which would you prefer?”
Leaning back against the wall, I watched him slowly rub the cloth under his arms as he considered the options. He might’ve been debating food but I was debating how much attention I could give his naked body before he’d think it was confusing.
“I need to know what kind of—” Focusing back on me, he stopped mid-thought and cocked his head at me. “You really do enjoy this.”
The way he gestured to himself and then looked around the shower made it clear what he meant. “Yes.”
I could see his brain working overtime, but he wasn’t as anxious as he’d been before, so I was patient. It took a few moments before something settled in his mind and he stepped back into the spray. This time getting clean wasn’t his goal, though.
Tempting me or maybe rewarding me was.
It was hard to tell but he angled his torso so the water would caress over his chest and made a show of slowly running his hand down the front of his body.
He’d done a lot of amazing research.
Watching his hand caress over his nipples, I made sure the heat I was feeling was obvious on my face and in my erection. “Ireallylike this.”
There was a spark of something in his eyes that said he was enjoying whatever was going through his head too.
I knew I’d read him right when he dragged one soapy hand down his chest and slowly ran it around his caged cock.
My low groan had that spark turning into a flash of pleasure.
He might not understand it but he liked being noticed and he clearly reacted to making me excited.
“You look so good wearing my cage.” His smile peeked out but I knew the reason why. “You make me feel very possessive.”
My desire might confuse him on a regular basis but he appreciated it in some way. “You said you were going to keep me naked for the rest of our date.”
“That’s my plan.” No matter if I could touch him or not, I would thoroughly enjoy the view. “I’m flexible about the rest.”
Relaxing was the goal.
“I want to get to know you more and I want to do something that’s going to be fun or relaxing.” Trying to decide if there was anything else I wanted from our time together, I was distracted enough that I missed when Ferris took a step toward me.
I quickly tuned back in as he held up the cloth. “Yes, boy?”
He knew it was a request for more information. There was no way I was going to assume what he was thinking, but it took him a few seconds to swallow and get the words out. “May I clean you?”
Before I could respond, he looked down at his washcloth. “Do I need to use something else?”
“Oh, no.” We were going to have different levels of sexual hygiene but I hoped I wasn’t going to weird him out. “I love the idea of you washing me with the cloth that you’ve already dragged over your body.”
His soft surprised sound made me smile, but he didn’t overthink it or seem to worry about it as he slowly brought the soapy rag to my chest. “I should have expected that response.”
Was that a dig at himself or the differences between us?
“We’re still getting to know a lot of things about each other, so my answer might not be unexpected but you needed to confirm it anyway.” As he nodded and gently caressed my chest, I kept my hands at my sides. “You like making me happy so touching base about my limits was a good instinct.”
“That’s right.” Bringing his other hand up to my chest, he let out a quiet, pleased sigh. “Reviewing limits during any kind of scene or situation is expected.”
