Page 15 of Finding His Happiness
“So you’re perfect.” I trailed one hand around his ear as I stroked his back with the other. “And you’ve got wonderful hands.”
That had him tightening his fingers against my pecs in an almost massaging motion. “I do?”
He wasn’t startled enough to release me, but he hadn’t expected the compliment. “Yes. I’m enjoying this, and if you wiggle your hips just a bit, you’ll feel that firsthand.”
My boy obeyed before he thought about it and then let out a small laugh. “You’re still hard.”
“Because you’re making me that way.” Shifting my back, I opened my chest more for him and pushed it up. “If you run the pads of your fingers around my nipples that will send a shiver through me and make my dick jump.”
He had to think entirely too hard about that, but he slowly nodded as his fingers finally circled my nipples, sending thepleasure I’d hoped for through me. “Everyone has very sensitive skin around their nipples but some people enjoy touch there in a sexual manner.”
I nearly moaned as he flicked the tips and sucked in a surprised breath as I jolted under him. “I’m some people.”
That actually got a laugh out of him. “You’re more than some people. You’re my Dom.”
“You’re my boy and I’m thoroughly enjoying your touch.” I thought it would be obvious but I wanted to make sure he understood it. “I’m hoping you’re enjoying my muscles.”
“I’m enjoying all of it more than I expected.” Barely caressing around the edges of my pecs, he rocked back and slowly ran his hands lower down my torso. “I just need to remind myself that I don’t have to understand why I like this.”
“Sometimes there is nothing logical about the things we enjoy, so we’re not going to overthink it.” And I was thoroughly enjoying the current game. “We’re cataloguing things that are enjoyable. That’s all.”
“This is enjoyable.” His innocent excitement and happy sounds made that obvious and lit up his face. “And I’m giving you pleasure.”
“You are.” I moaned out the response which seemed to please him as well based on his widening smile. “I’m going to jerk off to this later.”
His smirk said he liked that and it even had him barely pinching my nipples. “You need to imagine me naked while you’re pleasuring yourself.”
“Don’t worry. You will be.” I’d touched him enough to be able to have a good idea about what he looked like under his clothes.
“That’s amazing.” My boy clearly didn’t mind being seen in a sexual way by a man, which was good to know. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone see me that way.”
Because he hadn’t shown this side of himself to anyone else.
“You’re sexy and smart and curious.” And really cute when he played with my nipples, then jolted when he got a reaction from me. “Those are all qualities worth jerking off to.”
“Will you tell me what you think about later?” His hands swept over my chest before coming back to my nipples. “The full fantasy, I mean.”
“Yes. I can tell you about it the next time we...we get together in person or I can call you later and tell you about it while I’m jerking off.” I thought the options were obvious but his eyes went wide and he actually met my gaze again.
“That’s phone sex.” He either thought I needed the name of that activity or he was confused about why I’d do that with him.
Maybe both?
Nodding had his hands moving again but he was still watching my expression closely. “It might not make me hard.”
“It’s not our goal so that’s okay.” Too many people had told him a penis was the end all be all of sexual pleasure. At the very least it’d made him self-conscious about it enough for him not to want to explore it. “Are you curious to see how phone sex would work or should we talk about it later the next time we cuddle?”
“I like cuddling.” His soft expression shifted to something more tense, letting me know what he was going to say before the words came out. “I don’t know what I want.”
Not a surprise.
“That’s a good place to start.” I ran my hand down his face to cup his cheek. “Thank you for letting me know.”
The shiver that raced through him said something had affected him, but I wasn’t going to try to guess. I just kept caressing his face and encouraging him to caress me, pushing up against his hands and letting him hear how good it was. “You’re very good at communicating how you’re feeling and I really like that.”
It’d help us a lot in the long run.
Oh.
