You look up at him and then lean up, to touch his lips with yours.
“Mistress,” he demurs, pulling back, but you follow him, and your lips land, closed, on his. His hands tighten on you, then instantly relax, and you know that he’s scared of scaring you again. Beside your outer hip, you feel his c**k start to stir.
You kiss his closed lips, and then they part for you as he lets you lead him. You kiss him, soft and full, probing your tongue into his mouth, like you’ve never tasted him before. He stays absolutely still and you wonder what he thinks of you in this moment. Does he imagine you a deer, easily startled? Or perhaps you’re a cat-wary dove?
Your lips leave him, but his mouth is still open and hungry. Beneath your hand you can feel his heart start to pound.
“Mistress,” he says aga
