Chapitre 28: Chapter 28

“Oh, that’s a happy face,” he murmured, his eyes at half-mast. He rubbed a hand on his chest. “Let’s see what we can do to make it happier.”

I gasped as he reached for my boxers, and he carefully peeled them down my legs, doing his damnedest not to even brush against my cock. I whimpered in frustration as he knelt between my legs and did nothing more than stare. I was so hard, red, and leaking, and he was just looking. I spread my legs farther and tilted my ass up, trying to entice him to touch without actually resorting to begging.

“Give me a pillow,” he commanded, gaze firmly fixed on my dick. I complied, and then he folded it in half. “Lift up.” I did and he slid the pillow underneath so that when I lowered back down, my ass was at the perfect angle. He gave a strangled moan and then finally touched me. He placed his hands on my thighs, pressing them more outward and opening me up even more.

“Okay?” he asked, flicking his gaze to my face.