Page 49 of Purrfectly Haunted

But I already knew we were compatible since the other night, and it’s all I’ve been thinking about. His little moans in the dark as he sucked my fingers live rent free in my mind.

I caress his throat with my fingertips again as I kiss him and feel him shiver. Then I let my hand travel lower and grab the zipper at the front of his overalls.

“Is this okay?” I ask him, meeting his feverish gaze. “We can just stop at kissing, or I can undress you and do many things to you. Your choice, big guy.”

His eyes are as round as saucers, and for a heartbeat I fear he’s going to have us stop at saliva exchange, but then he nods so fast he might give himself whiplash. “A—Aye... It’s really okay...”

I grin and lick the tip of his nose. “Good boy.” His intake of breath is near feral at my words, and I unzip his overalls with one swift motion. “Take your shirt off. I’ve been daydreaming about getting my mouth on your pecs for days now.”

He gasps again. “You—you have?”

“You have no idea.”

I help him extract his massive arms out of his too-tight overalls, then watch hungrily as he pulls his white t-shirt over his head, revealing his round pecs and perky nipples. His chest is covered in light hair, barely visible and soft to the touch. Before he even has time to lower his arms, I've latched onto his right nipple with my teeth. He chokes on air as I suck and lick it. His large hands come to rest on my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I feast on him.

I only let go once I’m satisfied and both his nipples are pink from abuse.

“Tell me how you want this to go, Ewan,” I say against his neck. “How do you like it?”

He lets out a ragged breath. “I—I don’t know...” he stammers.

“You do know. You know what you like. And I need you to tell me.” I hold his gaze. “Just nudge me in the right direction, and I’ll do the rest, I promise.”

This was the right thing to say, as there is an unmistakable surge of lust in his eyes. As I thought, Ewan loves when I take the lead.

He nods imperceptibly. “You can... do what you want... and...” It looks like admitting what he likes is physically painful. My soft giant is shy with his needs.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” I place a hand on his chest. His heart is beating wildly under my palm. “I’m going to say stuff, taking a guess, and you nod or shake your head depending of what you want. Alright?”

He swallows thickly. “Alright...”

“You want me to take the lead.”

He nods once.

“You like it when I’m dominant.”

He nods twice, face flushed.

I hum. “Good. I like that you like it.” I lick his lips, and he moans. “I also like when you’re submissive. Is that okay for you?”

“Aye...” he breathes out.

I grin. “Perfect. You don’t like pain, do you?”

He frowns and shake his head. “No... I... bites are fine. But...”

“But not real pain. Got it. I don’t especially enjoy doling pain, so it’s fine by me.”

He lets out a relieved sigh. He’d have let me hurt him if I wanted, because he’s such a people pleaser. That’s why it’s important that we talk beforehand. Ewan is too much of a sweetheart. It’s endearing but worrying.

“I do enjoy seeing you cry, but for the right reasons,” I say. “Your tears are fucking hot.”

He gasps and his grip on my shoulders tighten. He’s ashamed but so turned on. God, I’m going to have so much fun with him.

“Are you okay with throat grabbing or does it scare you?” I ask.

“I... I think I like it.”