Page 29 of Resist Me Not
“Do you need me to remove it?”
“No. I’m fine. Really. Just curious.”
“Eager to see me, are you?”
“Yeah. I don’t even know if you’re… cut or shaved or sporting a Prince Albert.”
I laugh. “You know all those things,” I remind him, given he just had me in his mouth, and the answers were unequivocally yes, yes, and no thank you.
“Not with myeyes,” Walker argues.
His petulant smirk is adorable. Wonderful. Perfect. “Don’t worry. I won’t deny you sight for too much longer. But sensory seclusion can intensify other sensations.”
“I know. So, um, what do you want me to do now?”
“To start…” I help him to feel that we have reached the bed and urge him to climb onto it. This suite really is quite nice for the price, and the bedroom is my favorite, richly colored, spacious, tastefully decorated. But the best part is finally having Walker here to adorn my sheets.
He obeys with minimal assistance needed to get centered, on his hands and knees facing the headboard. Although it's less of a headboard and more a padded section of wall behind the bed that goes all the way to the ceiling. It’s bright red, and the padding means it is perfect for what I have planned for our finale. And also, why I wanted to do this here despite having killed Wayfair here earlier.
A worthwhile risk. The extra hour and a half that Walker deprived me of would have ensured Wayfair’s disposal, if a little hurried, but I’ll get to him later.
“You can lay your face on the pillow, but stay on your knees, legs spread, ass up.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Walker trembles as he does as asked. Once he is in position, his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, and he is so soaked, he drips a little pool beneath him.
“Have you even been this wet before, doctor?” I set the wine glass on the nightstand and circle the bed to the foot of it, enjoying how he looks like this, and finally starting to unbutton my jacket and shirt. I take my socks off too until I am as bare as he is.
“May I… feel myself to check?”
Oh, he is clever. “Very briefly,” I answer.
Walker reaches between his legs and runs his hand up his length. I can tell how much he wants to stroke, but he dutifully resists. “I-I don’t think so. I would have finished myself off before now… or begged for the other person to.”
“I do like the idea of hearing you beg.” I climb onto the bed, and feeling the change in weight makes Walker shift in anticipation. Sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs and over his ass causes even more of a shift, like he’s rocking in place. “This is going to be a test in patience, remember?”
He rocks again, maybe involuntarily, and nods.
I have lube and a condom ready on the nightstand beside the wine. We’ll get to that too. For now, I focus on his entrance using only my thumbs.
Being nervous about tonight didn’t prevent Walker from shaving for me. I know it was for me. I imagine he’s too busy usually for this type of grooming to be habit. I don’t have a preference in whether my partners are hairy or smooth, but I am glad he did it, because the tender skin of one’s sac is that much more sensitive after being freshly shaved.
It’s why I shaved too.
I wet my thumbs in Walker’s leaking precome and trace them up his shaft. Then I circle them through the soft skin of his balls, moving in those same intimate circles before offering a final, slow push inside.
Then out again, squeezing Walker’s buttocks with the spread of my fingers.
Then in, just a bit deeper.
Out.
In.
He whines and grips either side of the pillow.
“Hush. We’re only getting started.”
I tease him further with the slow prying massage of my thumb tips barely entering him. I do eventually give him more, one long twirling finger to find his inner curves, that bundled collection of sensitive nerves begging to be caressed.
