aroused?
When the obvious answer—that he was both—hit me, it was like a jolt of lightning zipping down my body straight to my straining erection. I'd never felt so alive, like I walked a tightrope over a bottomless cliff. I wanted with so much intensity, it took my breath away.
"That's a good thing," Faust clarified, watching my face with heated amusement.
My chin dipped and raised in a manic nod. "It sounds like a good thing," I agreed.
Finally, Faust cupped my face, holding my chin in place to keep from nodding. "What do you want me to do, little prince?"
Everything.
But also nothing.
I wanted him inside me.
But what if I got what I wanted and I didn't like it? Or, God forbid, I loved it, but Faust realized I wasn't everything he hoped I'd be? I'd die after that, much more than if I just left now without making any intimate connections. Yeah right. The time for not making intimate connections had already passed. No matter what, my life would be different thanks to Faust, and I wouldn't ever forget that.
I might not have known a lot about sex—or much more than what I'd learned sweaty-faced, hiding under my comforter watching free porn with no sound—but I knew men liked having their dicks touched, particularly if someone other than themselves was doing the touching.
"Can I see you?" I dropped my chin to my chest. "With you knowing I'm looking?" I added softly. Any louder and the whole house would hear me, and that would bring me to a level of mortification I wouldn't soon recover from.
Faust reached for his towel. When I grabbed his thumbs, he stilled.
"Let…me do it."
He nodded, leaning back and setting his hands against the mattress on either side of his body.
My lips parted, and my breaths turned heavy. The fireworks show that had been exploding in my pants picked up right where it had left off. I grew so hard, so fast, my dick ached, and I knew for a fact I'd never felt this way or this much.
The hotel could burn down around us as long as I got a look at what Faust hid under his towel. I grabbed for the edges, and Faust leaned back more, his hands fisted in the comforter as his forearms trembled from the effort it took to hold himself back. I appreciated his restraint but also felt bad. So far, all I'd done was make Faust's life more difficult.
"You're so brave, so good," he crooned, perhaps misattributing my expression to me having doubt instead of contrition.
Still, his praise gave me the boldness I needed to continue. I pulled his towel apart in one fluid motion like I was a model on a game show revealing what the contestant could win.
Faust's erection sprang up, the head brushing against his washboard stomach and leaving a glistening trail along his tanned skin.
Despite this all being my idea, the sudden presence of his rock-hard length made the breath hitch in my throat.
"Take your time," Faust soothed. "There's no rush. Nothing is expected of you."
His encouragement was only slightly overshadowed by the way his dick jerked as he spoke like it was searching for my hand. Or mouth? I squeaked at the thought, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.
"I'm going to touch you." I tried to sound confident, but there was no use attempting to be anything but breathless.
He nodded once jerkily, once again revealing how difficult it was for him to be relegated to the role of passive observer.
I circled my fingers around his width, needing to adjust the grip I normally used on myself. His dick was larger, much larger, and had a prominently rounded head flushed a deep purple. The slit at the end leaked at a seemingly constant rate, forming a river of shiny fluid that ran down the length of his dick, disappearing in the curled thatch of his pubic hairs.
Keeping my grip loose, I stroked upward, gathering his slick juices against my palm while making Faust growl deep in his chest. The rumbling noise of approval tore through the last of my nervous barriers. I still had worries, but they didn't seem so unsurmountable, not when I had this amazing man in my hand, bringing him pleasure.
And I was bringing him pleasure, of that I had no doubt. I squeezed my grip all the way to his tip and back down, watching his lips press together before he hissed. "That feels so good, kitten. You have no idea how