Senna blinked, some of her anger softening to be replaced with shyness. But she continued.
“Because I wanted to…” She trailed off.
“Wanted to what?” I asked, keeping my gaze on hers, not allowing her to look away.
She swallowed, the motion drawing my eyes to the long column of her neck, her brown skin soft-looking, smooth, and beckoning me to kiss it.
I stayed still.
“Answer,” I said when she remained quiet.
“I wanted to do that with you, feel you against my lips, in my mouth, to taste you,” she said.
She’d struggled to get the words out, and I saw that her bravado had faded, saw her embarrassment increase. But more than anything, I saw her longing, understood it because it was so much like my own.
“Get on your knees, Senna,” I said.
She didn’t look stunned, and instead lifted her hands to rest them on my thighs. Her palms were hot against my skin, even through my pants, almost searing.
This should have been a simple thing, her touching me. She had before, countless times, something that was understandable given the time we’d spent together.
But never like this.
This touch was different, and I knew this moment would change everything.
And I was powerless to do anything to stop it.
When she was on her knees in front of me, my thighs bracketing her chest, I reached up, stroked my fingers across her cheek, her lips, pictured them opening to take my cock.
“You are here now where she was. What will you do?” I asked. I knew what I wanted, but what I wanted was secondary. This moment was entirely hers.
She glanced up at me through hooded lashes, her expression tight, intense, her brow crinkled. A breath passed, another, and then she began to move, sliding her hands slowly up my thighs, her palms gliding over the fabric of my pants.
My dick was hard, growing harder the closer she got.
When she reached the hard ridge, she slowed to a stop and then, a moment later, she brushed her fingers across, lazily at first but then a little faster.
I heard her sharp inhale, saw the way her breaths began to come a little bit faster, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what she would do.
She desired me.
Yes, she’d told me that, but I’d ignored her, instead relying on my own perceptions, which had failed me, at least in this. I hadn’t seen it before, but I saw it clearly now. But that desire didn’t tell me what she would do.
For long, torturous seconds, her fingers barely grazing my cock through my pants, I wondered if she might stop.
A moment later, though, she seemed to reach a decision and I saw her breathe deeper as she touched me again, increasing the pressure of her fingers against me. She brought her hands together and then touched me experimentally, growing bolder with each passing moment.
I clenched my hands tight on the arms of my chair, fighting back the urge to take over, desperate for her, but wanting to let her set the pace.
She reached for my belt buckle and then paused, her fingers frozen there as she looked up into my eyes.
The sight of Senna on her knees, hands on my belt, eyes full of passion, was my undoing.
I nodded tightly, and she began again, opening my belt with a mixture of deftness and nerves that made my cock harden to solid steel. After she’d opened my belt and pants, she reached in tentatively.
When her warm fingers touched my skin, I inhaled sharply and clenched the chair tighter. I kept myself still, though, as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and then tenderly lifted my cock and balls from my pants.
She let out a deep sigh when she looked at my naked skin, but she only paused for a moment and then continued on, touching me tentatively at first and then with increasing boldness.
Her fingers against my skin made me shiver with pleasure, and I clenched the chair tighter but still didn’t touch her.
She cupped my sac with one hand and with the other, she explored my shaft, moving one finger along the pattern of veins that lined it and using her thumb to circle the crown and then stopping to gather the precum that leaked from my slit.
Her clumsy yet eager touch was the most sensual, arousing thing I’d ever experienced.
Or it was until she leaned forward slowly and pressed a kiss against my cockhead and then went lower and did the same with my sac, then the base of my cock.
I had to touch her, so I reached out, gripped her shoulders as she continued to place soft kisses here and there.
She traced her lips up the skin of my shaft and down and then back up again, over and over until I thought I might explode from the sensation.
When she slipped her tongue out to gather the precum that leaked from me, I couldn’t stay still any longer.
I moved my hands up her shoulders and gripped her head between my hands. “Look at me, Senna,” I said, my voice coming out tight.