You stripped off your pants, shirt and the rest of your clothes following and ending up in a heap on the floor.
I take a moment to just kneel and look at you. Your beard which I love to feel scratching against my skin, your eyes watching me….your hands which can drive me crazy.
Your hard throbbing length twitched as my eyes fell on it and I feel my mouth dry for a moment, knowing you are as excited as I am. I move so we are closer together. I slowly pull my shirt off and watch your hands move.
“No.” I order, “You can not touch me until I give you permission to do so.”
Our gazes meet and I can almost see the lightning bolt that passes between us. I had been in control before but it had never lasted long. You weren’t the kind of man that could do as you were told.
It was one of the ways you were a great lover. You were giving and considerate of your lovers…wanting to make sure they released before you did.