“Do you want to?” I swallow, my mouth pooling with saliva at the thought, and nod. “Then I would very much like for you to kiss me there.” He leans back a measure, giving me better access. I grab him gently at the base, and he stretches against my palm with a groan. I glance up and see he’s closed his eyes, his head dropped back. How long has it been since someone touched him?
