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It’s too soon to be so attached, I reason with myself. Too soon, and there’s too much on the line for me to risk blurting the words out and not having them returned. Or, even worse, blurting them out and scaring this beautiful man away.
So, to avoid blurting the words out, I launch up towards him to steal another kiss, which he happily accepts.
Chapter Fifteen – Spencer
There’s something different about our kisses now. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can feel it deep in my bones. It’s like our time together as Daddy and Boy has changed something between us. It’s not a bad thing, not even close, but it’s different all the same.
Tony seems more comfortable in his own skin. More confident, and more willing to talk things through with me. I can see the way being little has worked his stress away, just like I thought it would, and I need him to know that I’ll gladly do this with him every day if it means seeing him glow the way he is right now.
It doesn’t take long for our sweet kisses to turn needy, and I throw my head back against my padded, gray linen headboard with a mutedthwumpwhen Tony starts to suck kisses down my jaw, then my neck, then the V of my partially unbuttoned pajama shirt.
“Jesus Christ, yourmouth, angel,” I praise, unable to prevent myself from thinking about where else I might like to feel that warm, wet perfection.
“Mmm,” he murmurs in what I assume is agreement, before he shifts back and toys with the top fastened button of my shirt, nibbling on his bottom lip.
“Can…can I…”
For all my musing that he’s becoming more confident, this moment reminds me that he’s still so unsure of himself and of his lack of experience.
“What, baby?”
Tony closes his eyes and his cheeks turn that adorable flushed pink as he tries again, “Can I, um, can I suck…” he trails off, and my mind is already filling in the blanks.
Anything, my brain screams,you can suck anything you want.
“…your nipples?”
Okay,notwhat I was expecting. I blink back at him, watching as he swallows roughly.
“Like, um, like breastfeeding?” His face is beet red now, his voice pitched up high with his uncertainty. “That’s weird, right? You must think I’m…ugh. Just…just forget I said anything.” He covers his face with his hands and my brain finally kicks back into gear.
Lurching forward, I reach for his wrists and pull his hands away so I can look him in the eye. “It’s not weird.You’renot weird. I just,” now it’s my turn to blush, and I can feel the heat of it creeping up my neck and over my ears, “thought you were going to ask to suck something else, and I stopped thinking for a minute.”
He frowns back at me, cocking his head in mild confusion. “What else would-oh.” His eyes widen, then glance down to my crotch. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That’s, um, next on my list.”
Of course he has a list.
Did I mention how freaking adorable he is?
“So,” I reach for his hand, squeezing it, “suckling, huh?”
“I…” he clears his throat and nods, “yeah.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret,” I tell him, leaning forward and resting my forehead on his, “I don’t think you’ll ever suggest anything I haven’t already tried or thought about.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Some of the scenes in the books I narrate have lit my curiosity over the years. And, having been a member of various BDSM and kink clubs for fifteen years or so has filled in the remaining gaps in my sexual exploration. Yeah, there are things I haven’t actually tried, but I honestly don’t think he could suggest anything that would catch me off guard.
Instead of saying anything else, Tony brings a shaky hand to my top button and fumbles with it until it releases, then he moves to the next. By the fifth and final button, he seems to have calmed again, his curiosity overriding his insecurities.
I help him along by slipping my shirt off my shoulders and dropping it over the side of my bed. His hands, smaller and stouter than mine, spread over my chest, exploring my pecs almost cautiously.
We’ve been naked together a handful of times now, but Tony hasn’t really stopped to fixate on any one part of me. Until now.
“How do you want to do this, baby?” I ask him softly, still seemingly startling him out of his reverie. “Want me to hold you like I did when I gave you the bottle?”
