Downward Dog

I shivered and looked away. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard his breathing, which was getting heavier. ‘Fuck.’ He swore. ‘Do you like it?’ The last vestiges of modesty made me cover my crotch with my hands, but it was not like he hadn’t seen it before. ‘I like it very, very much.’ He pulled me down onto the bed and let me sit on his stomach. He caressed my calf, his fingertips sending a shiver up my spine. I was glad I was sitting down. Slowly, he made his way up, his feather-light touches leaving goosebumps on my skin. He let me know how much he wanted me with his eyes and his hands. He placed a warm palm between my legs, covering the mound. Then he spread out his fingers and pressed down. Heat surged up from the place where he touched me and coursed through my veins. He stroked me with a languorous pace. I started grinding myself against his hand. ‘Kieran.’ I begged him. I couldn’t remember how many times he’d pushed me to the peak. It was like he was in a hurry. Later, he told m