Page 93 of True Sight
He doesn’t say anything and instead just looks at me doe-eyed and shakes his head slowly. His bottom lip is hanging open the smallest bit and again, I want to reach out and trace it with my finger.
“Because it’s you and you’ve put your whole being into this place. I’ve watched you pour yourself into this studio the last three months and I know you’ll continue to do so even after it’s open. You’re amazing, and this place is the embodiment of you which means by default it’s going to be amazing.”
“But the fixtures…” he tries to whine but I shake my head, not letting him spiral any more than he already has.
“Will get here when they get here. Remember? It’s like you said, we can’t always be in control of things like we wish we could be.” I swing our hands between us, trying to get him to smile. “For now, why don’t we go back to my place and you can lie on my chest and do that tapping thing that makes you feel better? Then later we can recreate last night if you want to,” I offer with a gentle smile. When his own smile starts to grow across his face, I know I’ve won him over.
A few hours later,he’s lying on my chest like I promised he could with his ear pressed to my breastplate, listening to the sound of my heart beating. I’ve done some research on the impact of listening to someone’s heartbeat after he said that it soothes him and sure enough, there are studies out there that show that listening to someone’s heartbeat can reduce levels of stress and anxiety in the brain. Not only that, some article I read said that listening to someone’s heartbeat can produce the same if not deeper connectionsto another person than eye contact does. I don’t care what science says, if it helps him relax and calm down, I’ll let him do it whenever he needs.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice is soft and low, like he’s being lulled to sleep by the steady thumps behind my chest.
“Just this, you, us,” I reply easily and honestly. My fingers are roped through his hair and twirling small pieces of it between my fingers.
He tips his chin up and rests it on his hand which is pressed into my chest. “And what about this, me, us?” His green eyes catch the light and twinkle as he looks at me. My hand falls to his cheek and he nuzzles himself into it. As I look at him, I can’t help but smile.
“Just how happy I am because of you. The last few months have felt like this crazy confusing blur of uncertainty and just letting things happen. Before you, I never did that. Ineverjust let things happen. But because of you, I just…I feel lighter. Like the hard stuff isn’t so hard anymore. And even the hard stuff feels doable because I know I have you to help me through it.”
His smile grows as I speak and he turns to kiss the inside of my palm. “Iamwith you through it all, love. Whatever you need, I’m here for you just like you are for me.”
“I’m really glad you ran into me at the coffee shop and then lectured me about standing up straight,” I tease, knowing good and well that bringing up our initial encounter will annoy him.
“I stand by the fact that you ran into me.” He starts to raise his voice, getting heated just at the mention of it.
“I don’t think so, here in America?—”
“The only thing I care about how things are done here in America is how you do me,” he teases, climbing up my bodyand pressing his lips to mine. It doesn’t take long before we’re a frenzied mess of needy hands and hurried kisses.
“Is that so?” I sigh in between breaths, making quick work of his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
“It is so and by the feel of things”—he pauses and brings a hand to cup my erection which is now pressing into his hip—“you want me just as bad as I want you.”
“Let me show you just how much that’s true,” I growl, pulling away and biting his ear. His breath hitches in his throat and he pushes himself off of the couch.
Standing quickly, I reach for his hand and pull him flush into my body. Our lips meet again and don’t untangle from one another as we work our way into my bedroom. Once we reach my bed he strips my shirt off and drops it to the floor before stepping out of his shorts. Then, he spins us around and forces me down so I’m sitting on the edge of my bed. I smirk at the way his briefs are tented, his hard length stretching the thin fabric as he grows harder. Bringing his hands to my knees, he spreads my legs apart and drags a hand slowly over my cock and I gasp at his touch. Then, he turns away from me and drops his ass into my lap, moving his hips in dramatic circles, grinding against me. He reaches behind himself to grab my hands and brings them to his cock.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I hum into his ear as he continues his dance, pressing his ass into me even harder. I tease him by sliding my fingers under his briefs and grazing him with my fingertips.
“I’m always needy for you, love. Fuckingalways,” he groans and the vibration of it drives me even crazier than the lap dance he’s giving me. I bring my hand to his throat and hold him carefully on my lap, pushing my other hand under his briefs.
“This okay?” I whisper in his ear as I dig my teeth into his throat, choking him softly. When he nods twice, I tighten my fingers a little more. I take my hand out from under his shorts and spit into it like I know he likes before bringing it back to his hard length. I begin to stroke him off as I hold him by the throat, pressing kisses and small bites into his flesh.
“You,” I sigh into his neck as I play with him, “are such a little slut. The way you dance around and make sure everyone is looking at you. Such an attention-seeking whore, aren’t you?” Unable to form words because of the pleasure I’m causing in him, he simply nods. I pump him hard in my hand when he whimpers, the sounds of his neediness making me even harder than I was before. He tries to bend forward when I slide my hand further towards his hole but I pull him back with my hand that’s still on his throat.
“Tell me what you need,” I demand, holding him flush against my chest.
“I need you to fuck me,” he nearly begs, dropping his head behind him.
“And what do you say?” My voice tips up as I ask because I know how much he enjoys the power play.
“Please,” he whimpers so quietly it’s hardly louder than a whisper.
“Good boy.”
Releasing him from his hold he presses himself up and drops his briefs to the floor as I free myself from my own. He reaches into the drawer where I keep the condoms and lube and pulls out the necessary supplies. He glances at me with desire in his eyes and drops his head to one side, feigning innocence. Dropping himself onto the edge of the bed, he looks up at me before he squirts some lube into his hand.Then, he rubs his hand along my cock, working me up and down. I hold myself steady by bringing a hand to his shoulder and I watch as he returns the favor I’d just given him. His hand moves in rhythmic pumps, getting me hard with each stroke. My brain lights up with explicits I almost say about how good he’s making me feel. When he glances up again, I nod, and he unwraps the condom and rolls it over me.
“Where do you want me?” He chews on his bottom lip as he awaits my instruction. I’ve learned over the last few weeks that Henry is a submissive bottom and gets off on being bossed around. Playing into his kink, I point to the bed.
“On your back.” A wash of pink flushes his cheeks as he follows my instructions. He sets the bottle of lube on the bedside table for me and crawls into bed, resting his head on a few of the overstuffed pillows I added to my bed after he started to stay over more often.
