Page 42 of Tameron

“Tell me if I’m getting this wrong. And tap me if I don’t hear you,” he added.

I touched his chin, then nodded when I had his attention. ‘I trust you,’ I signed.

His ears turned faintly pink, and he nodded, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. ‘I might make noise.’ He dropped his hand back to my stomach and said aloud, “Sometimes I don’t realize it, and I think the sounds might be…weird.”

I pressed two fingers to his lips. “They’re not weird. They’re you. And I like you.”

He huffed a laugh against my skin, then pulled his head back and parted the slit in my boxers. My cock sprang free, sitting hard, fat, and wet at the tip as he let the shaft rest on his palm. He closed his fingers around me, sliding up and down like he was attempting to get used to the feel of another man’s dick.

“Yeah. Like that,” I said.

His gaze darted to my lips. “Like that?” he repeated for clarification.

“Yes.”

He squeezed a little harder and began to rub a little faster. “What else do you like when someone does this for you?”

There were a lot of things, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for me to ask him to play with my ass or lick my balls. So I thrust against his hand and said, “I like it wet.”

He swallowed thickly. “With m-my…my mouth?”

I grinned at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Well,yes, gorgeous. I like that alot.But not tonight.Lube is fine. There’s some in the drawer beside you.”

He looked both disappointed and relieved at the same time. Rolling over, he hooked his ankles around mine to keep himself steady, and I could hear him rummaging around.

There was a sudden pause, and then he made a soft, choking noise. “Um…”

I tapped his side, and he looked over his shoulder, holding up a small black bag with the string undone. I smiled sharply at him. “We can talk about those next time.”

They were a couple of my vibrating toys for when I was in the mood to get off that way.

His eyes were heated, pupils blown wide, and he nodded as he dropped the bag back and came away with the lube. It was a small tube, nearly half gone since I’d been taking care of myself for a while now, but he didn’t look judgmental about it.

He was also clearly familiar with lube, which made me feel better about his skills with women. Naturally wet or not, it never hurt to add a little more slick to the party. He spread some on his palm, then looked me directly in the eye as he grabbed my dick again and began to stroke.

“Oh fuck. Yes, god.Shit.” I grunted hard as I fought back the sudden urge to come. It really had been too long since someone else had touched me. “Hnng, Tam. Tam, sweetheart, can you?—”

He loosened his grip, and the need retreated. “What am I doing wrong?”

I couldn’t help a laugh. “Nothing. You’re too good, and I’m going to lose it in a sec, but I want you to come with me.”

“Oh, I—how do you want me?” He bit his lip again, and I reached out my thumb to pull it away from his teeth. It was slightly puffy and tinged pink.

“Straddle me, then take your dick out. Let me see you.”

He looked a little unsure—maybe a little embarrassed. I had a feeling his past lovers hadn’t put him on display. But he moved gracefully, straddling my thighs, then he lifted onto his knees and shimmied his jeans down until his cock was sitting at full mast, flushed and surrounded by a thatch of dark hair.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. He blinked at me, so I signed it.

“You think?”

Grinning, I reached out and felt the weight on my hand. His cock was thicker than mine and just a little shorter. He was cut, and the head was fat and wet at the slit. I rubbed my thumb over it, watching his eyes close and his body tremble.

“Feels good,” he murmured.

“Yeah? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Mm?” His eyes opened. “Sorry, I lost most of that.”

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