Page 87 of Light Up The Night
"Think about what you want to do," I tell her. "Picture it. See yourself doing it…and then do it."
"Visualization and manifestation," she murmurs. “Yes. An excellent suggestion, Riley. Thank you."
She closes her eyes for a moment or two, and her breathing slows, and the tension on her face fades. Her eyes snap open and she fixes her gaze on my cock. Bites her lip—I want to kiss her so damn bad, but I don't dare move. I'm barely breathing. She inhales deeply, holds her breath, extends her hand toward me…
She trails the pad of her index finger down the length of my cock from tip to root, excruciatingly slowly. I hiss an inhale, and she jerks her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"
I laugh. “No, no. Sorry. Just the opposite. You’re touchin' me, Cadence. I’m just trying to hold still and let you do what you want."
"If you gave into your desires and urges, what would you do?"
"Something you ain't ready for."
"Oh."
I take her hand and guide it back to my thigh. "It's okay. I won't do anything. You're not gonna hurt me. You touching me, in any way at all, is gonna feel fuckin' amazing."
"You promise?"
"Cross my heart," I murmur. "Did it feel good when I touched you?"
"My goodness, yes.Sogood."
"Then try again. Don’t be shy."
She grins at me. "Yes. I shall try again."
She repeats her previous action, trailing one finger down my length—I hiss and jerk again. This time, while she is startled, she jolts and giggles, but doesn't remove her hand. She presses the pad of her finger to the very tip. Looks at her finger—at the smear of wetness. Looks at me, curious.
"Precum," I explain.
"Ah. Of course." This is a quiet murmur, absent-minded, focused on me once more.
She circles my cock with forefinger and thumb, just beneath my glans, then wraps the rest of her fingers around my girth—her grip is exquisitely gentle, barely making contact. And then she squeezes, just a little. I jerk involuntarily, and she glances at me, concerned. I smile reassuringly.
She slides her hand down my length, and fucking hell, she takes a long,longtime to do so, and my whole body tenses at the wonder of her touch.
I fight the urge to push into her touch.
She reaches the base of my cock, pauses, looks at me, opens her mouth as if to say something, and then thinks better of it.
"Go ahead," I murmur. "Ask anything. Say anything.”
"Will I hurt you if I touch your…ummm…testicles?"
"No, sweetheart. Theyaresensitive, but as long as you don't, like, try to twist 'em off or squeeze 'em like a stress ball, you're good. It feels almost as good as it does when you touch my cock."
“Your…" she grins shyly at me, “cock.” She whispers it, and then giggles, blushing.
Ah, Jesus, dirty talk outta her sweet innocent mouth? Fuck me, I'm done.
Eyes wide and following the path of her hand, she glides her touch down my length again, just as slowly as before, and this time when she reaches my base, she slips her hand down to cup my balls. And fuck, fuck,fuck, that feels like heaven. Her hands are so small, so soft, so clever, and so warm. So gentle.
She toys with me and caresses my balls for a moment and then strokes my length again, once more sliding her hand all the way from tip to root to balls, cupping them and caressing them so tenderly and affectionately it…god, how do I even feel? Sexually on edge, obviously, but…awed. Full of wonder. Amazed. My heart feels hot and full. Never been touched the way she touches me. The emotion she puts into it…
This isn’t just a hookup for her. Not just sex. Not fooling around. This is, possibly, one of the most important moments of her life. It’s not about me, but…fuck, I don't know.
I'm just trying not to blow my load like a teenager.
