Page 74 of Say You Will

I take a very gentle bite out of his side, and he laughs and squirms away.

I sit up on my knees and eye him speculatively. Pressing hard on his leg so that it doesn’t irritate or tickle him, I slide my hand up his inner thigh.

His cock flexes, and a dot of clear fluid forms at the tip.

I reach for his testicles, then draw back. I’ve heard this part of a man is sensitive and easily damaged, but he doesn’t enjoy light touches. “Show me what you like.”

He watches me, expression serious as he takes my hand. “Imagine your eye itches. You don’t press hard on your eye, but enough to feel it.”

He wraps my fingers around his sac and keeps his own on mine.

I understand his reference immediately. This part of him is weighted, the skin delicate.

“Would it tickle if I kissed you there?”

His blue eyes gleam in the lamp light. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I kiss him. Lick tentatively. Suck as I continue to fondle him.

He tangles a hand in my hair. “Holy shit,” he groans.

Well, if he likes that . . .

He smiles at my expression. “What are you thinking?”

“I want you to show me how me how to touch you here.”

He wraps my fingers around his cock. It reminds me of when he showed me how to make a real fist. Then, with his hand over mine, he squeezes and strokes. His skin is hot and smooth and incredibly soft, gliding over a core of iron.

He likes to be held more tightly than I ever would have imagined.

“Like this. God, Franki, your hand on me . . .”

He swipes his thumb over the head, so I try that as well. He drops back onto the pillow and closes his eyes. I lick across the tip, mimicking the way he used his thumb. His flavor is salty, but not unpleasant.

A harsh breath leaves him, and he releases me. “This part is as new to me as it is to you.”

I don’t have any technique to speak of, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Henry gathers my hair in both of his hands, holding it for me like a ponytail to keep it out of my face, but he never tries to control me with it or move my head.

The feel of him in my mouth, his obvious bliss . . . has me turned on so much that my thighs slip together with my movements. There are so many things I’m discovering tonight. There was an entire hidden part of myself that I didn’t even know existed. She was waiting inside me to be let free.

One of those discoveries is how much arousal takes place entirely separately from touch, itself. Touch is amazing, but it’s not all of it. The things he’s saying to me. His own pleasure. His smell. His taste. Everything swirls together to make me feel almost drunk on Henry.

“You are fucking amazing. You are so sweet. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

That sounds like encouragement to me, so I continue until he grates, “Stop.”

He sounds pained, and I pull away immediately in concern. “Are you okay?”

He screws his eyes shut. “Yes.”

The word sounds ripped from his chest as he reaches down and squeezes the base of his cock.

“Oh my gosh. Did I hurt you?”

He laughs, even as he remains exactly as he was, body tense, cock held tightly between his fingers and thumb, eyes shut. “You made me feel too good. I don’t want to come in your mouth on our first night.”

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