Page 37 of Last First Love
I sigh heavily, and his eyes immediately rise to meet mine. "I'm glad you're here. I'd hate for the last time we see each other to have ended in a flaming disaster. Literally."
His lips quirk up into a half smile. "It was a real hairy experience for me. Let me tell you."
At that line, a little tiny, not sexy at all snort slips out of me. Oops. "I'm sure you were burning with embarrassment afterwards." Take that, hot guy.
He chuckles this time. Good, that's progress. "I was definitely in the hot seat for the rest of the night." He winces. "Okay, all jokes aside, it still kind of hurts. I have a bandage on the injury but—"
"You have your balls all bandaged up? Like a mummy dick?"
At that, he tips his head back and laughs. One of those good, hearty laughs that makes me feel all warm and squishy inside. Like his laughter is a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven.
"Not the entire mummy dick. More like mummy nuts. Little Daniels is still sitting there, minding his own business. He's not in costume."
I wait and try as hard as I can to stop thinking about Ken Daniels' penis. I fail, completely. "Did you really just tell me your dick is little?"
He freezes, then squints at me. "No, Lily. I called it my Little Daniels. As in a junior extension of myself, not as in micropenis or anything." His nose wrinkles up. "Not even average sized. Believe me. Little Daniels is an impressive, girthy fellow." He leans toward me, dropping his voice. "Don't you remember?"
A wave of heat suffuses me from head to foot because hell yes I remember. And he's right. He has the thickest cock of any man I've ever gotten acquainted with. I'd like to try to see how many different places on my body would ache and stretch at the invasion of the thickness of his cock, but that also sounds like a recipe for heartbreak.
"With your balls all snuggled up in their little nest, I suppose Little Daniels is also benched for now."
He takes a sharp breath in and lets it out shakily. "You could say that. I definitely believe that caution is the correct course of conduct when we're discussing my penis or testicles."
"Your charred testicles."
"Not charred." He winces. "That's horrible. I can't believe you even said that out loud. Yuck."
I wave my hands at him. "If you'd heard yourself screaming, you'd think the word charred too. Also castrato. Gelding. Eunuch—"
He puts a hand up in front of me. "Stop, please. No more. My nuts are still attached. But they’re on vacation for a little while. Which brings me to my next point."
I tilt my head at him. "Is this about vacation or your balls again?"
He coughs out a little laugh. "My balls, sorry." He gives me a shy little boy smile. The kind that I'm willing to bet has gotten him out of any trouble he was ever in throughout his entire childhood and adolescence. This one's even more charming than the usual panty-melting grin he hands out like candy on Halloween.
He fiddles with his hands, lacing and unlacing his fingers around his knee. "Lily, I know I can't promise you the night of hot, sweaty, aching sex that I'd love so much to give you right now." He pauses, watching my face to see my reaction. "But what I'd like more than anything is to give you a special night. One just between the two of us. One where I can show you exactly how beautiful and sexy you are, even if my star player is benched for now."
Is he propositioning me? I'm actually a little bit confused by that last speech because I could have sworn he told me his dick was shut down due to balls-related injuries.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" I manage to get the words out in a fairly steady voice, despite the little sparkles in my veins right now and the standing ovation being awarded by my clitoris to the man in front of me.
He gives me a look that would singe the panties off a nun. And every single part of me notices the heat in his eyes. My nipples are peaked and aching, and my breathing is fast and shallow. I'm waiting with excruciating patience for his answer because his next words might be everything I've been daydreaming about since way back when.
He licks his lips, slowly and deliberately. "I want to make you come. With my hands and with my tongue. All night long, as many times as possible."
Ken
When our lips meet, it's frantic and urgent and has me wanting to beat my chest with my fists and roar. Lily feels every bit as hungry for this as I am, her hands sliding all over my chest and running along the dips and lumps of my muscles. A trail of goosebumps breaks out everywhere she touches me, and I've never been so anxious to take my clothes off ever.
I want to feel her hands on my skin, and I manage to pull away from her questing mouth for just long enough to tell her so before I strip my shirt off and throw it on the floor. She's eyeing me like I might disappear though, a little sad right around her eyes, and I can't stand that for one minute longer.
"Lily," I say roughly, holding her face in between my two hands. "this is going to be the best thing that's happened to me all week, all month, and maybe ever. But let me make sure you're on the same page as me before I get any more carried away."
Her pretty eyes flutter open and lock onto mine. "I am."
The tone of her voice makes a rush of blood surge to my cock, but I'm not going to do this with her until I'm positive she feels the same way I do.
I take a deep breath. "I want to keep this real and honest with you. Not just tonight, but always with you." I swallow hard. "I'm no good at relationships, but I think I could be good at you."
