Page 65 of Revive
He answered by removing his clothes. T-shirt first, Alle helping with the underwear. It gave him an actual thrill to watch her peel them off his hips and down his legs, then throw them away as if they were of no significance. Of course, the way her gaze ate him up made him buzzy too. It took in every part of him; toes and shins, nipples, and hips. It lingered over his lips, then settled on his thickening cock. Lazily he drew a hand up it, jacking himself a couple of times to help with the blood flow and to show her what he’d got.
“You know I love watching you do that. Especially from down here where I get to see it close up.” She was anchored close to his left hip.
“Yeah? Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s just fascinating, and really fucking hot. Maybe because it’s so personal. Intimate.” She rested a hand on the smooth part of his thigh, above where most of the hair grew. Stroked him there with a mixture of reverence and reserve. “I have to confess, I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before. But how do you feel about me slipping you a finger?”
“Wary,” he replied. Honesty seemed the best policy.
He’d been back and forth over this whole idea countless times both before and after he’d handed Ronnie the parcel to deliver, but exposing himself, making himself vulnerable really was the only way to move forward. He couldn’t learn to trust her if he never let her do anything that made him sufficiently uncomfortable to begin with, and if he didn’t hand her control of the narrative, then…
“Spook, I want this to be good for you, not painful or…”
He grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve been rimmed before. I liked it. I’ve been fucked before. That was… Let’s chalk it up as a mixed bag. I want us to be comfortable with each other, and if you’re going to continue to allow me to do certain things to you, I think it’s only fair that I’m open to experiencing similar levels of intimacy.” He forced his breathing into a steady wave of in and out.
Alle nodded. “So, you want this?”
“I’m only nervous because of the past, but I don’t want to live there. I want what you’ve offered me, and this is a step along the way. But do you want this?”
“If you’d asked me before now, I’d have said I wasn’t especially into it. I prefer to have things done to me than to be the one doing stuff, but I’m actually kind of turned on at the idea of milking you.”
“Milking me,” he laughed. Lord, she was good for his soul. “Someone’s been reading too many Cosmo articles. Maybe we just go with a bit of exploratory stimulation for today.”
She grinned broadly, but her eyes were full of love as she met his gaze. “I feel like I should have stopped and asked Xane or Luthor for instructions first. Not that they’re back yet. Damn, I don’t even know what the best position is to tell you to get into.”
“Alle.” He clasped her hand again. Bussed his lips against her knuckles. “You’re allowed to get it wrong. This isn’t about demoing your expertise. It’s about us and trusting and being comfortable with one another.”
She nodded and planted a kiss on his hip.
“Do that again.”
She did, while he one-handedly got the lube out of the bedside drawer and dropped it where she could easily reach it.
“You could explore my balls a bit, and my taint. I think I can handle that, if you’re okay with it.”
“I’m definitely okay with it. Tell me if any of it makes you uncomfortable, right?”
He nodded. “I will.”
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Nothing as dramatic as earthquakes, maybe a continuous thread of panic that made it difficult to relax and stay hard. Actually, it was torturous in a different way, and he ought to have anticipated that, given he already knew he liked the sensation of a tongue on his balls, and well, his taint was just beyond that and definitely sensitive. And Xane had rimmed him that time. Although, honestly, most of that night was kind of a blur.
It came back to him in flashes now as Alle’s lips, tongue, and fingers explored the sensitive regions of his nethers. She was good at it, and he loved how her head would rise every minute or so, seeking his approval. How her hair was spread like a blanket around her shoulders, and how it tickled his legs as she moved, and how the midday sun threaded it with fire.
When she looked up at him for a little longer than usual, he knew she was hesitating. “You don’t have to lick me there.”
“I kind of want to, but my head says it’s dirty.”
“What do the horny bits say?”
Her tongue peeped out from between her lips, turning her expression impish, especially combined with the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. “It says it’s filthy, and hence, hell yes.”
He held her gaze, until she dipped her head again, and licked him there. She made a shocked gasp after the first swipe, then dived down for more.
Spook gathered her hair into a ponytail so he could better see the bobbing of her head. She was in control of this today, but if they did this again, he could see ways of putting a different spin on it. One they’d definitely both enjoy. Not that this wasn’t fun.
“How am I doing?”
“It’s good.”
