We lay in the tent, ready to fall asleep, and I couldn't help replaying the way Colt came apart in my hands. I loved every moment of what I did. I felt like a puppet master.
I could see his reaction to each thing I did. When something worked, I continued, when something didn't elicit much of a reaction, I redirected. I watched his every twitch and listened to his every breath as I played his body like my personal instrument.
And was the reward ever worth it!
The strangled sound he made and the way his body tensed and twitched as he came was beautiful. I could see him trying to hold back and the effort it took to let me explore, and I loved him for it. I knew he wanted to turn around and take me in his arms, but he let me take the lead regardless of how crazy he was feeling.
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