Not that pussy and ass time would be a hardship. Not at all. But therewassomething to be said for mixing up one’s erogenous-zone-play to keep things interesting.
A little of this, a little of that… It always made for an experience that not only kept a partner guessing, but had their toes curling.
Which begged the question, should he ask?
Vince glanced over at Lace, whose body was practically humming with anticipation.
That made him feel about ten feet tall. She was trusting him to navigate them through this first encounter since her diagnosis. But he lacked intel.
After a few more minutes of thought, Vince finally admitted to himself that he needed some help.
“Uh, Lace?”
His voice must have sounded unsure, because as she turned, her face fell, morphing into a mask of uncertainty.
“Yeah?” she responded hesitantly.
Damn.Ambiguity was the last thing he wanted.
Reassurances.That’s what Lace needed. Sexy ones.
“I’m really looking forward to getting naked with you,” he said lustily. “I can’t wait to touch you; taste you,” he briefed her with fire in his eyes.
She blushed red. “I…kind of got that picture, earlier, when your, um, little clown looked eager to play.” Her eyes then narrowed cannily despite her obvious trepidation. “So then, what’s the problem?”
Vince approached things cautiously.
“I wouldn’t sayproblem, so much asconundrum.”
She huffed. “I’m notthatbig a puzzle, Vince,” Lace chuckled a bit uncomfortably. “I’ve already told you I’m all in.”
“Right,” he agreed. “But I need to know if you have any…boundaries I’m not aware of,” he managed, hoping she’d take his meaning.
Her brows shot up. “You mean like…safe-word stuff?” she eeped.
Vince couldn’t help the laugh that shot out of him.
He regarded her flushed skin, and didn’t know whether to reassure her or not, because…Yeah.She looked…interested, andhe’dcertainly enjoyed some ofthattype of play in the past. Vince would absolutelynotbe opposed to exploring that darker side with Lace.
But…
“At some later date,ifyou’re up for it,” he returned cautiously, “I wouldn’t mind a little bondage, a little light spanking, or some…anal play,” he admitted cheekily.
Before she could respond, he quickly went on. “That, however, is for a future discussion. Right now, I’m…” He fortified himself with a deep breath. “I’m wondering whether certain parts of your body are off limits.”
Her blush intensified.
“I’ll look forward to that discussion about…alternative kinds of bed-sport,” she revealed, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “And I’m thinkingthatconversation will be a lot more fun than the one you’re instigating right now.”
“Probably.”
Vincent’s gut clenched, waiting for her verdict.
“So, to answer your question,” she sniffed, “I’m going to be equally as honest as you’ve been, and tell you that… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know,” he repeated, a little dumbfounded.
“Nope.” Her face took on an anguished bent. “I’ve pretty much had my breasts in brain-jail since the whole cancer diagnosis, so…”