neatly on top. The light cotton boxers he wore tented in the front, his erection trying to press through the light cloth. He turned and stood in front of her proudly, his shoulders back.
Tonya bounced her foot in the air, flexing her ankle. Harrison flicked a glance along the length of her leg, rested on the black high-heel for a brief second, then clenched his jaw and kept his gaze aimed just over her shoulder.
“Harrison.”
“Yes, m-Tonya.”
“When a woman deliberately draws attention to a part of her body, it is polite to compliment her on it. Within reason, of course.”
He nodded once, and kept his hands at his sides.
“If you walk into a coffee shop, and a woman has a lot of cleavage showing, you don’t necessarily compliment her breasts. But you could compliment her shirt, or just say that she looks nice. Pay me a compliment, Harrison.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily. “Tonya, that’s a very nice pair of shoes you’re wearing.”
In spite of herself she laughed. “Harrison, when you pay the woman a compliment, the one thing you don’t comment on is the shoes. It makes you sound gay. Not what a woman wants. Now, try another.”
Harrison took a deep breath, and let his eyes drift down her body. “Tonya, you have the nicest legs I have ever seen on a woman.”
She smiled. “Much better. That was perfect. Now, another.”
His jaw firmed as his gaze drifted up the bodice of her teddy, framed by the open halves of the robe. “Tonya, that is the prettiest, uh, thing I’ve ever seen on a woman.” The little bit of confidence he had crumbled with the flub.
“This is a teddy. Or you can call it a negligee. That kind of covers everything. What do you think of my breasts, Harrison?” She shrugged just a bit to get the robe to fall open wider.
Immediately, his attention settled on her chest. Tonya felt the weight of his gaze, and it was a heady thing. Awareness flowed through her body, and her nipples tightened behind the lace. Harrison swallowed harshly and cleared his throat. “I think your breasts are beautiful.”
Truth and fervency laced his words, and Tonya allowed herself to be buoyed by the compliment. Yes, she was guiding him to say them, but she could imagine he said them of his own volition. Time to up the tension.
“Harrison, I need you to remove your shorts, please.” She didn’t miss the panicked look that crossed his face, but she stayed firm. “You’ve probably never been naked in front of a woman before now, but I promise you, with every fiber of my being, that you are safe here, and I will never ridicule or humiliate you. I love the male form, in all of its variations, so you can rest assured that I will get as much pleasure out of this experience as you will, if not more.”
Harrison looked at the floor for a long time before taking another deep breath, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them to the floor.
Tonya couldn’t contain a gasp. “Harrison,” she said appreciatively, “I didn’t expect you to be so…wonderful.”
And she hadn’t. The boxers had kept incredible control over him. Long, straight, and traced heavily with purple veins, his cock stood straight up, nestling just above his belly button. Heat flowed through her at the thought of directing that long cock into her for the first time and initiating him in the joy of sex. Unable to help herself, she cupped her breasts, scraping her fingernails over the lace covering them. Her pussy clenched.
Harrison’s expression darkened as they settled on her movements, and his cock flexed. He started to reach for himself, but stopped.
“Oh no, Harrison, I expect you to touch yourself. I want you to wrap your fist around that long cock of yours, and I want you to do what feels good. I want you to come looking at me. Thinking about me. Imagining me licking you from top to bottom.”
Tonya rose from the settee and deliberately let the robe fall open. The silk
Tonya bounced her foot in the air, flexing her ankle. Harrison flicked a glance along the length of her leg, rested on the black high-heel for a brief second, then clenched his jaw and kept his gaze aimed just over her shoulder.
“Harrison.”
“Yes, m-Tonya.”
“When a woman deliberately draws attention to a part of her body, it is polite to compliment her on it. Within reason, of course.”
He nodded once, and kept his hands at his sides.
“If you walk into a coffee shop, and a woman has a lot of cleavage showing, you don’t necessarily compliment her breasts. But you could compliment her shirt, or just say that she looks nice. Pay me a compliment, Harrison.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily. “Tonya, that’s a very nice pair of shoes you’re wearing.”
In spite of herself she laughed. “Harrison, when you pay the woman a compliment, the one thing you don’t comment on is the shoes. It makes you sound gay. Not what a woman wants. Now, try another.”
Harrison took a deep breath, and let his eyes drift down her body. “Tonya, you have the nicest legs I have ever seen on a woman.”
She smiled. “Much better. That was perfect. Now, another.”
His jaw firmed as his gaze drifted up the bodice of her teddy, framed by the open halves of the robe. “Tonya, that is the prettiest, uh, thing I’ve ever seen on a woman.” The little bit of confidence he had crumbled with the flub.
“This is a teddy. Or you can call it a negligee. That kind of covers everything. What do you think of my breasts, Harrison?” She shrugged just a bit to get the robe to fall open wider.
Immediately, his attention settled on her chest. Tonya felt the weight of his gaze, and it was a heady thing. Awareness flowed through her body, and her nipples tightened behind the lace. Harrison swallowed harshly and cleared his throat. “I think your breasts are beautiful.”
Truth and fervency laced his words, and Tonya allowed herself to be buoyed by the compliment. Yes, she was guiding him to say them, but she could imagine he said them of his own volition. Time to up the tension.
“Harrison, I need you to remove your shorts, please.” She didn’t miss the panicked look that crossed his face, but she stayed firm. “You’ve probably never been naked in front of a woman before now, but I promise you, with every fiber of my being, that you are safe here, and I will never ridicule or humiliate you. I love the male form, in all of its variations, so you can rest assured that I will get as much pleasure out of this experience as you will, if not more.”
Harrison looked at the floor for a long time before taking another deep breath, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them to the floor.
Tonya couldn’t contain a gasp. “Harrison,” she said appreciatively, “I didn’t expect you to be so…wonderful.”
And she hadn’t. The boxers had kept incredible control over him. Long, straight, and traced heavily with purple veins, his cock stood straight up, nestling just above his belly button. Heat flowed through her at the thought of directing that long cock into her for the first time and initiating him in the joy of sex. Unable to help herself, she cupped her breasts, scraping her fingernails over the lace covering them. Her pussy clenched.
Harrison’s expression darkened as they settled on her movements, and his cock flexed. He started to reach for himself, but stopped.
“Oh no, Harrison, I expect you to touch yourself. I want you to wrap your fist around that long cock of yours, and I want you to do what feels good. I want you to come looking at me. Thinking about me. Imagining me licking you from top to bottom.”
Tonya rose from the settee and deliberately let the robe fall open. The silk
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