He was actually giving me a choice. He was actually fighting to control himself. He actually... cared about how I felt.
Courage, or maybe just pure reckless impulse, suddenly surged through me.
I looked down at his c**k, still rock hard, then looked up to meet his eyes.
"I... I want to touch you," I whispered, my face burning. "Can I?"
Kael's Adam's apple bobbed. "Anything you want." He leaned back against the sofa, letting me take the lead.
I reached out again. My hand wasn't shaking this time. Kael's words had wiped away my fear. Now, I saw his c**k as a huge, delicious lollipop. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the tip. Salty. It tasted like him—cedar, power, and that indescribable scent that was just Kael. I let go with one hand and used my lips to gently graze every i
