"Donotstop."
"Why, one would almost assume you like this, Valmir." I flutter my lashes at him.
"I do," he rasps. "I'll even let you take my leathers off if you want to use your hands on my skin. My body. All of me."
"I bet you'd like that," I purr back at him.
"Yes."
Gosh, it's hard to be a tease when he's making it so delicious and fun to touch him. I outline his length with my touch,dragging my hand up and down over him. Longer than my hand for certain. Six inches? Seven? Does it matter? I'm palming him and I have no problems with this size. Will it hit parts of me that have never been reached? Possibly. Am I looking forward to that? A thousand percent, and that infuriates me as much as it excites me.
Oh god, when did I go from "absolutely not" to "I can't wait" with this guy?
He bucks his lower half as I stroke him, and before I can even think about what I'm doing, I smack his hip with my free hand. "Quit moving."
To my surprise, he makes the most gaspy, shuddering sound I've ever heard.
We both pause.
His nostrils flare as his gaze meets mine. "Do…that…again."
"Smack you?"
"My...my hip." His tail thrashes. "Now."
"Oh, are we making demands now?" I lift my hand deliberately, shooting him an arch look. "I don't think I like that."
"April," he groans, pained. "Just keffing touch me and I'll do whatever you like."
I pretend to consider this, even though my pulse feels as if it's throbbing directly between my thighs. He's so worked up that it's making me giddy with excitement. "AnythingI like, and I get to smack you, too?"
He nods, throat working.
"Hmm. What if I want you to not come until I say you can?" I lean in close, walking my fingers up the side of his buttock. I seem to recall a cat in my memories that liked his hindquarters being patted roughly. And Valmir is a cat man, so I suppose this tracks. It makes me want to laugh, but I also find it strangely arousing. "What do you think of that, pussycat? No coming until you get permission."
Valmir rumbles low in his throat, a mix between a growl and a purr.
"I might have to smack you harder if you did come," I tell him, and give his ass another light spank.
His hips jerk again and his breath hisses between his teeth.
"Should I stop?"
"No."
"You sure?"
He glares at me.
I spank him again, harder this time. Valmir's head tilts back and his eyes close, his expression one of pure bliss. God, he's so into it. I'm amused, but I'm also really turned on. I reach for his cock again, dragging my hand up and down over him, and then I give him another smack on the butt.
"Can I touch you without your pants?" I ask.
He all but snarls at me. "Do it."
Pushy, pushy. "Since you askedsonicely."
I loosen the drawstring around his waist, moving so slow that I can practically feel him twitching with impatience. It's interesting to me that he acts casual and bored around everyone, but the moment I touch him, he's full of demands and need.