Winter’s Caress(Brac Village 19)(12)

“Okay, you got me!” He laughed as Winter’s fingers moved rapidly over his stomach.

“I might have given you mercy had you not lied to me,” Winter said but stopped torturing Dasani. His hand dropped back to unlacing Dasani’s pants. “Any other parts of you ticklish?”

Dasani thought to tell Winter no, but he didn’t want the man to tickle every inch of his body to find out. “My feet.” He held up his hands, palms out. “But don’t tickle me, okay?” He gave Winter his best puppy dog eyes, or at least the same expression he gave his sister, Sheba. When he used them on her, he inevitably got what he wanted. Would they work on Winter?

The sound of Winter’s chuckle was erotic. “No promises, little bluebird. I like the sound of your laughter.”

Dasani tried to give Winter his best stern expression as if tickling would lead to no fun whatsoever. But a grin threatened to break free at any second, so he gave up.

“How does—” Dasani stopped midsentence. He didn’t want to sound totally naïve and inexperienced—even though he was. But he didn’t want to come off as a total rube.

“Finish what you were going to ask,” Winter said as his wrist flicked, working the strings free from Dasani’s pants. Dasani had to fight not to grab Winter’s wrist again. He gasped softly when the head of his cock was exposed and Winter’s knuckles grazed over the heated skin. He was becoming brain dead from just one touch. Pleasure shot through him, and Dasani forgot what he was going to ask.

He shook his head, nearly rattling the thought back into place. “How does laughter turn you on?”

Winter dropped to his knees, and Dasani lost his breath. “Do you think sex involves only silence or grunting?”

“Well...yeah,” Dasani said with a self-conscious laugh. He swiped his sweaty hair from his eyes.

“It can be those things, but it can be lighthearted, too. We are getting to know one another, both our minds and bodies,” Winter said. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of Dasani’s pants and pulled them down. Dasani clutched his fingers at his sides when his erection sprang free. What would Winter think of him? His groin was darker than the rest of his body. If someone wasn’t used to seeing a blue, uncut cock, it more than likely would turn that person off. Would Winter take one look at him and change his mind? The urge to cover himself once more rose inside Dasani.

His entire foundation shook when Winter leaned forward and kissed each inner thigh.

“Lift your feet,” Winter instructed.

Dasani was in a world all his own as he lifted each foot. He pressed his hands against Winter’s shoulders for balance as his mate slipped his moccasins off and then each pant leg. Dasani stood before the gentle giant completely naked.

“I’ve never laid eyes on someone so beautifully perfect before.” Winter’s hands skimmed up Dasani’s legs, lingering behind his knees, where he made slow circles against Dasani’s skin.

“I’m not that special,” Dasani said. “Too skinny and no definition.”

“To me you are very special.” Winter stood and once again wrapped his hand around Dasani’s hair. He tilted Dasani’s head back before he took Dasani’s lips in a heart-stopping kiss. Dasani melted into the man, his fingers curling into Winter’s T-shirt. This was his first kiss. His very first. Dasani’s head swam as Winter framed his face, their tongues tangling.

When Winter broke the kiss, Dasani’s lips tingled.

“Your body is perfectly proportioned and is driving me insane.” Winter nibbled his way across Dasani’s jaw. “So beautiful.” The man’s hand tightened in Dasani’s hair, making Dasani hiss in pleasure.

The fabric of Winter’s clothes rubbed against Dasani’s skin, reminding him how naked he was and how fully clothed his mate remained. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt a bit taboo, a bit risqué. The fabric also felt erotic sliding over his skin.

Dasani’s body shuddered, and his breathing became erratic when Winter’s hand cupped his ass again. His cheeks clenched and unclenched. Dasani knew they shouldn’t do this. Their mating would never work. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to push Winter away. Instead, he was pushing his ass into Winter’s hand as he skimmed his own down his mate’s chest.

Am I ready for this? Can I handle someone as all-consuming as Winter?

He had a feeling he would find out soon enough.

Winter chuckled. “You look like I’m about to send you to prison. Relax.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Dasani admitted. “Is it me or does it seem like the temperature has gotten a lot hotter in here?” He knew that the experience would blow him away. He would enjoy it even if fear clawed at his throat and wanted to slow all this down.