time in his arms as he could, or at least being touched by him in some way or other, even if it was just holding hands.
On one particularly intimate night, not long after that first date, when they had decided to eat in, he had held her on his lap – where he pretty much insisted she belonged – as they listened to music.
“So, are you afraid of sex?” he asked, leaning back from a passionate kiss that she had quite been enjoying.
She tried to sit up more in his arms but he wouldn’t let her.
“No, you stay right there and answer my question, young lady,” he said, very deliberately.
She squirmed. There was no missing it, she had squirmed , either at his slightly scolding tone or his carefully chosen words – either way it didn’t really matter to him. They went hand in hand, as far as he was concerned.
Ellie looked at him a bit warily and answered, “No, I’m not afraid of it, I just think it’s something really intimate, and not something I want to share with someone I’ve only known for two hours.”
Cal nodded. “I can understand that. But, just because we’re not going to have sex doesn’t mean that I’m not going to touch you.”
He saw her catch her lip between her teeth.
“Problem?”
“No, not for me. I’d love for you to touch me.”
His hips rocked up at that, lifting her a bit. “Good. Because I intend to.”
“But what about—” she stopped, mid-sentence, as his hand cupped her jaw.
“What?”
“You? Can I touch you?”
He chuckled. “Of course you can.”
“And it won’t... hurt you? That we’re… that we—”
Cal lifted her eyes to his. “I already want you. Badly. Do I seem hurt to you? I ache with it, Ellie, and if the next words out of your mouth were ‘make love to me, Cal’ I’d be on top of you in a second. But I’m not controlled by my hormones, and delayed gratification will only make things better.” He kissed her with exquisite gentleness. “And the men who couldn’t see that, couldn’t see how special you are, didn’t deserve to have you anyway.”
Ellie blushed prettily. “I’m sorry to be such a ninny, but I grew up with sisters, and I was buried in my books for most of high school and college, and I don’t know much about men.”
“Have you masturbated?”
He’d never seen anyone turn quite that shade of red before, but he refused to laugh at her.
“Um...” She seemed extremely reluctant to answer him.
“If we’re eventually going to be lovers, then I want to know things like that about you. I want to know what you thought about when you made yourself cum. I want to know what turns you on. Do you watch porn at all? If so, what kind?”
She struggled a little in his arms, but he held her close, not hurting her, but also not letting her go. “So?” he asked expectantly.
“I... uh... I have masturbated, yes.”
“What were you thinking of at the time? Or who?”
“No one in specific, really.”
“Is there a scene you run through your head while you touch yourself with those beautiful little fingers?”
“Scenes,” she confessed to her own lap.
“Such as?”
She looked and sounded truly distressed, hiding her face in her hands. “Oh dear God, I can’t tell you that!”
Charmed rather than peeved at her reaction, Cal pried her hands away from her face. “Of course you can. When I masturbate, I often think about having two women in bed with me. That’s a very common male fantasy.” That was the tamest amongst the ones he used frequently, but she didn’t need to know that quite yet.
Or perhaps she did.
“What’s one of your fantasies, Elise? Tell me.” Cal tipped her chin up so that she could no longer hide her eyes from him and used the same tone as he had before when she’d squirmed.
“I think mine are... um... too... unusual.”
His eyebrows went up. “By unusual do you mean kinky?”
She would have put her head down if he had let her, but he didn’t. “Yes, I suppose, although I’m not overly
On one particularly intimate night, not long after that first date, when they had decided to eat in, he had held her on his lap – where he pretty much insisted she belonged – as they listened to music.
“So, are you afraid of sex?” he asked, leaning back from a passionate kiss that she had quite been enjoying.
She tried to sit up more in his arms but he wouldn’t let her.
“No, you stay right there and answer my question, young lady,” he said, very deliberately.
She squirmed. There was no missing it, she had squirmed , either at his slightly scolding tone or his carefully chosen words – either way it didn’t really matter to him. They went hand in hand, as far as he was concerned.
Ellie looked at him a bit warily and answered, “No, I’m not afraid of it, I just think it’s something really intimate, and not something I want to share with someone I’ve only known for two hours.”
Cal nodded. “I can understand that. But, just because we’re not going to have sex doesn’t mean that I’m not going to touch you.”
He saw her catch her lip between her teeth.
“Problem?”
“No, not for me. I’d love for you to touch me.”
His hips rocked up at that, lifting her a bit. “Good. Because I intend to.”
“But what about—” she stopped, mid-sentence, as his hand cupped her jaw.
“What?”
“You? Can I touch you?”
He chuckled. “Of course you can.”
“And it won’t... hurt you? That we’re… that we—”
Cal lifted her eyes to his. “I already want you. Badly. Do I seem hurt to you? I ache with it, Ellie, and if the next words out of your mouth were ‘make love to me, Cal’ I’d be on top of you in a second. But I’m not controlled by my hormones, and delayed gratification will only make things better.” He kissed her with exquisite gentleness. “And the men who couldn’t see that, couldn’t see how special you are, didn’t deserve to have you anyway.”
Ellie blushed prettily. “I’m sorry to be such a ninny, but I grew up with sisters, and I was buried in my books for most of high school and college, and I don’t know much about men.”
“Have you masturbated?”
He’d never seen anyone turn quite that shade of red before, but he refused to laugh at her.
“Um...” She seemed extremely reluctant to answer him.
“If we’re eventually going to be lovers, then I want to know things like that about you. I want to know what you thought about when you made yourself cum. I want to know what turns you on. Do you watch porn at all? If so, what kind?”
She struggled a little in his arms, but he held her close, not hurting her, but also not letting her go. “So?” he asked expectantly.
“I... uh... I have masturbated, yes.”
“What were you thinking of at the time? Or who?”
“No one in specific, really.”
“Is there a scene you run through your head while you touch yourself with those beautiful little fingers?”
“Scenes,” she confessed to her own lap.
“Such as?”
She looked and sounded truly distressed, hiding her face in her hands. “Oh dear God, I can’t tell you that!”
Charmed rather than peeved at her reaction, Cal pried her hands away from her face. “Of course you can. When I masturbate, I often think about having two women in bed with me. That’s a very common male fantasy.” That was the tamest amongst the ones he used frequently, but she didn’t need to know that quite yet.
Or perhaps she did.
“What’s one of your fantasies, Elise? Tell me.” Cal tipped her chin up so that she could no longer hide her eyes from him and used the same tone as he had before when she’d squirmed.
“I think mine are... um... too... unusual.”
His eyebrows went up. “By unusual do you mean kinky?”
She would have put her head down if he had let her, but he didn’t. “Yes, I suppose, although I’m not overly
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