Page 78 of Rescuing Kaye

And there he is facing away from me, briefs pushed down to mid-thigh. Powerful shoulders top his broad back. All that muscle angles down to a swimmer’s waist. My eyes rove over his body as he stands before me. The taut curves of his backside clench. His briefs ride low, shoved down in the front, while his arm moves rhythmically out and back, stroking himself.

Zeb pauses and turns toward me, revealing the long, engorged length of his cock. He says nothing, simply stares into my eyes with an intensity that sends shivers of delicious heat shooting through me.

Strain pulls at the muscles of his neck as his hand slowly glides from root to tip, twisting as it glides up the turgid shaft. His thumb rubs over the tip of his glans as a low moan vibrates in the back of his throat.

He finally breaks eye contact and his hand speeds up, stroking his cock.

Twisting.

Tugging.

Faster and faster.

I stand motionless for a few moments until I remember to breathe. I take a few deep breaths and steady myself before stepping backward, wordlessly, with wide-eyed awe.

“Come here.” Husky and aroused, his command stops me in my tracks.

My heart bangs away in my chest as I close the distance between us, marveling at how beautiful his body is, how strong and perfect and virile.

His breath tickles my neck as I step close. He wraps one arm around me, pulling me tight while the other keeps moving over his shaft with stiff, sure strokes punctuated by soft grunts of pleasure.

The sensation of his arousal pressed against me makes me burn and ache in the most delicious way possible.

“Do you want to touch?” His words come in short bursts as his arousal grows. His breaths quicken, telling me he’s close. “Or do you want to watch?”

I find myself transfixed by him pleasuring himself. It feels deliciously naughty to watch. Not something I’ve ever done before.

His hips jerk as he thrusts into his hand. A deep groan builds in the back of his throat.

“Feel me.” He takes my hand and places it so that I cup his balls. His hand twists as he pumps up and down. That groan deepens and grows.

Suddenly, his entire body tenses then releases as a shuddering wave travels through him. He presses his forehead against my shoulder as the aftershocks of his release pulse through him and his body shakes with the force of his orgasm.

Eventually, he grows still, except for his heavy breathing. He makes eye contact while my heart beats wildly, erratically, after the most intense sexual experience of my life.

That says something, considering he didn’t touch me.

His gaze moves over the features of my face. He pulls me close as we both catch our breaths.

“Thank you.” He presses a chaste kiss on my lips, then whispers, “For sharing this moment with me.”

I can only nod wordlessly in response. Before I know it, the spell breaks and reality crashes around us.

I pull back, unable to speak, feeling suddenly shy, and unsure.

“Don’t.” He grabs my arm, holding me.

“Don’t, what?”

“Don’t turn away, not after that.” He ducks down until we’re eye to eye. “I’m not ashamed to pleasure myself while you watch.”

“It’s just…” How to find the words? “I’ve never…”

“Never, what?” He encourages me to express myself.

“Just not like that. So open.” I look around and gesture toward the lights. “It’s always been under the sheets and in the dark.”

“Luv, when you and I are together, there’s no way we’re hiding anything from each other. I want you to know how you make me feel, how my body reacts when you’re around. This is our time, something intimate and powerful. Something, we only share with each other.”

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