By: Cara McKenna

“This is better?” he asked.

“Yes, this is perfect.”

He grabbed a silk scarf from a side table and handed it to me. “This is all at your pace. When and if you’re ready for me to finish, just drape that over the screen.”

Didier is a genius.

As he sat once more, his expression changed as though he’d convinced himself I wasn’t there. His eyes half closed and he cast them downward, looking meditative. He ran a slow hand across his throat, down his chest, circling his living sculpture of an abdomen before finally cupping himself. My pulse rocketed, arousal so potent I held in a gasp.

His hand slid up and down, up and down, over his hidden cock, glacially slow and volcanically hot.

He looked up and addressed the screen. “Is it all right if I make noises?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

He braced his other arm behind him on the bed and leaned back. His right hand rubbed lower, fondling his balls, stroking deep between his thighs.

“I’d like to see,” I murmured.

I knew he heard me, but he didn’t take the order right away. I might have been in charge, but Didier’s not entirely obedient, I was discovering. He slid his hand inside the front of his shorts with a low, shallow moan. It was the most exquisite torture, watching the flex of his arm and the shape of his stroking hand, but being denied the view.

“Does it feel good?” I barely realized it was me talking. I felt high and disembodied.

“Feels wonderful. You want to see?” As if he didn’t know the answer.


Still, he made me wait.

Let me be clear. I’m nearly thirty and a virgin, but in my head, I’m not a prude. Between me and my hand—and occasionally my vibrator, when I’m lazy—I’m no stranger to arousal or orgasm. I know what it’s like to be worked up beyond belief, and right then, watching Didier, I can honestly say I’ve never been that wound up before. My entire body was tight and fevery and impatient to the brink of madness.

At long last, when I thought I’d go crazy from the lust, he let me see. Easing the waistband over the tip of his cock, he drew his shorts down, revealing each thick inch with slow precision.

And all at once, I was in the same room with a naked man. An aroused, naked man, and the best-looking one I’ve ever seen.

It’s almost unfair, that he gets this body and this face and voice, all these gifts, and that his dick should also exceed expectations. Not so huge that it intimidates me, though. It was then that I knew I’d made the right decision, coming to him, and waiting for all these years to have these experiences with a man so extraordinary. I might be ruining myself, setting the bar this high.

Fuck it.

I watched not only his hand and cock, but the tensing of his stomach as he breathed, and the shift of his hips. For a minute he concentrated his strokes just below the head until a clear bead appeared at his tip, then more. With a soft moan, he crested his palm over his crown and slicked it down his shaft, skin glinting in the warm light.

“I’m so ready,” he murmured. There was no pressure in the statement. No request. The thought that my presence was linked to this man’s arousal felt like a miracle. And the idea that I could have him, if I wanted…

“Come closer,” I said.

He stood from the bed and stepped forward a pace, keeping just far enough away that our eyes couldn’t meet above the screen. He dropped his shorts and kicked them aside. As he pleasured his cock, his other hand caressed his belly and chest, all the places I longed to touch myself.

“I’d like to watch you bathe sometime,” I told him. Warm, soapy water dripping down his abdomen, between his legs…

“You can have anything you want.”

What I wanted right then surprised me. I wanted to be close to him.

“Go back to the bed, please.”

He did as I asked and I watched him for another minute or two. A strong, hard, pantingly horny man is a marvelous creature, everything the gender ought to be…yet so frequently isn’t, in this day and age. This was how Didier looked when he was by himself. Who did he think of, when he did this?

His groans grew harsher, driving the bad thought away and drawing my attention back where it should be.

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