PAUL...
"Please."
That's all he had to say. I was powerless to stop when that sweet word came rolling off his tongue. There was just something about Paul Lahote and that sexy voice of his that I just couldn't shake. I didn't know how to tell him...
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My body felt so heavy when I woke up. Before my eyes even opened, I stretched and sucked in a deep breath. My back was sore from lying on the hard ground and there was tenderness between my legs that wasn't horrible. In fact, it reminded me of last night and how it felt to have Paul looking up at me from between my legs.
He made me feel so good. I couldn't believe how badly he wanted to do that to me. It made me feel self-conscious at first, just being so exposed to him that way. But feeling his mouth on my skin and his finger inside me...wow.
I fell asleep so quickly afterwards that when I awoke during the night, I felt guilty for not offering to do anything for him. Poor Paul felt so bad about making me bleed that he kept convincing me he was fine and he didn't need me to take care of him.
But maybe this morning, I could convince him otherwise.
I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the sight of his near naked body. My whole body tingled as I smoothed my hand over his chest. Paul felt perfect under my fingers. I swirled my fingertip around his nipple, pausing to drag my fingernail over it. I watched the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly as he sighed deeply. I looked to see if his eyes had opened, but they hadn't.
I let my fingers crept lower, circling around his belly button and following his trail of hair, tiptoeing closer to the waistband of his bright red boxer briefs. I took a moment to admire the way his erection was pressing against the material, begging to be set free. I wanted to look at it, feast my eyes on it, figure out what it would take to make him explode.
I'd held him in my hand once, jerking him under his clothes until he released all over my fingers. It was the morning he had watched me touch myself. Just the memory of that had me flushing hotly. I never got to look at him that day. I just knew he was hard and I begged him to let me get him off.
I ran my palm down the length of him over his boxers and he sighed softly. I guessed he was still asleep, but he could always be playing me. When I squeezed him gently, his hips bucked and his abs tensed. As I peeled back his waistband, my skin prickled with anticipation. Somehow I knew he would wake up and stop me. He was always trying to keep me innocent.
I honestly thought I had seen nothing sexier than his chest...until I saw his hips. The deep v of muscle that wrapped around his hips just drew your eyes down lower. That tiny trail of hair led to a smattering of just a little more hair, that he obviously kept trimmed and under control. His cock bobbed in the air, just teasing me and making me want to touch it.
A small whimper escaped Paul's lips when I wrapped my fingers around him and slid my fist up and down. He was so hard and growing harder by the second. A few more strokes and suddenly a bead of clear liquid appeared at the tip and began to drip down the underside. I shifted my body around into a bridge position and angled my mouth over him. I hesitated for just a moment, still certain he would wake up and tell me to quit it.
