Page 29 of Broken Heat
He started to shake his head. “Elon, what are you feeling?”
“I want to—I want to—look closer.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “What else?”
“It’s too weird.”
A whisper. “Tell me.”
“I want to climb over you and just hover, staring.”
His lips quirked up. “Go ahead.”
“No, I—it’s too weird.” I looked him up and down again. “Can I?”
“Of course.”
I rolled onto my side until I was on my knees. I started to lift my leg and the ends of my robe slid apart at the center, tugging against my hips. I needed it off. It was too clingy, too hot.
I pulled at the seams along my chest. “Can I?”
Mykel raised his eyebrows.
“May I take it off?”
“Did anyone ever tell you how polite you are?” he asked, his eyes slightly hazed over.
“I am?”
“It’s especially endearing.”
Was he allowed to say that to me? Now? As those thoughts raced through my mind I started to pull the robe off my shoulders, then tugged hard at the belt’s tie which stuck.
Mykel reached over and took the belt in his hands, undoing the tie in about two seconds.
I grabbed the edges of my robe as the garment parted at my belly. My cock was standing at attention and for a second I was self-conscious. Then I realized this was the whole point of tonight and shrugged the material away.
Mykel kept his gaze on my face, gentle and patient, his hands remaining at his sides. He was magnificent.
The light from the lamp washed over valleys and planes of muscle, rib, hip, thigh leaving some areas glowing and others lined in gentle dusky shadow. I couldn’t help myself. I lowered my head and stared closely at him, the way the skin softened beneath his pecs, how the nipples were darker than the rest of him. His chest hair was like spun gold, scattered lightly over the top.
The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to learn every bit of him. It was as if I became suddenly obsessed with this body, its textures, scents and shades. I didn’t understand myself. I couldn’t have begun to explain to Mykel my feelings in this moment.
“You can touch if you want,” Mykel said, watching me through his eyelashes.
My mouth opened. Closed.
I wanted to put my hands on him, let my palms and fingertips absorb the warmth and firmness and the dips in softer places. I wanted to feel those places with my lips and taste them. I felt almost out of control.
“I can touch you?” I asked in a slight daze, repeating his statement.
He nodded.
I needed more. Much more than that.
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Mykel –Naked Omega
