Page 69 of Studious
Since he seemed to like the peeks he got at the spa, I take my time, unbuttoning my shirt slowly and setting it down on the back of a chair. Then I slip off my shoes and socks and unbutton my pants.
My dick is tenting my underwear, and he sucks in a breath.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers.
I shed my underwear and crawl onto the bed. “Do you want only me naked, or do you want to be naked, too?”
He shrugs. “You decide.”
“Take off your clothes, everything but your briefs, and lie on the bed,” I order. Then I backtrack. “If you’re comfortable with that, I mean.”
He nods. “I am.” He takes off his shirt, and I get to see his lean body again. He’s wearing the teeny-tiny briefs I bought him. I ignored them earlier in my haste to suck him, but now that I take the time to appreciate the view, they make his dick look huge and his ass look perky.
I whistle. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
He gives me a shy grin. “Thanks.”
“Did you wear these for me?” I tug gently at the elastic.
Alden shrugs. “You know, for years, I’ve worn nice underwear for me. But… yeah, this was the first time I had a hope that someone—you—would be seeing them.”
That thought makes my chest swell with pride.
He whimpers. “This is like a porno, only it’s real.”
I grin and kiss him, then flop onto my back, my head on a pillow. Gesturing to my body, I say, “Do your worst.”
Carefully, so carefully it makes my heart ache, he reaches out a finger and traces my jaw. He looks into my eyes and smiles shyly. Then he leans down and kisses me.
Damn, I love it when he takes the initiative. I want to dominate the kiss, to flip us over, to take him. But I’m not going to. I just hold his hips loosely, and he kisses the side of my mouth and my jaw. And then he starts kissing my neck.
“Oh, God.” I moan. I seriously moan, because his lips are so soft—and this is one of my erogenous zones. “That feels amazing.”
He grins against my skin. “Good. I’m not sure what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing fine. More than fine, actually. You’re incredible.” Now I’m babbling, which I never do.
But his lips and fingers start tracing down my arms, my torso. He touches my nipples tentatively, then reaches down and licks one.
I shoot upward in pleasure. “Fuck.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all,” I gasp.
“Then what is it?”
“Lots of men have licked my nipples, but it’s never felt like that.”
“I’m just trying to follow the things that seem to make you jump. And the things that I imagine feel good.”
“Your imagination is incredible, then,” I pant out.
He explores farther, at first skimming over my skin, then coming back stronger and more emphatic.
His skin brushes against mine as he takes his time, touching me, exploring my chest, my abs, my hips—first with his hands and then following up with light kisses.
“Fuck, baby, you are so fucking sexy.”
