Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Foster moved slowly, making sure every touch was something she wanted. He studied her, memorizing what brought her pleasure.
She liked when he plucked her nipples but didn’t like when he touched them softly. She liked firm pressure, not soft.
He slid his hands down her body to her hips that were way too sharp.
He wasn’t going to point it out. She knew how much she’d been starved, and she hated it.
No way would he ever say anything that made her think he wasn’t absolutely in love with her.
She had a great body, even if she needed to gain some weight.
When she came, she cried out and clung to him. He started stroking his cock, and she reached down and put her hand on his.
“I can do that.”
He bent his knees, so he was looking at her eye to eye. “At no point do I ever want you do something you don’t want to. I’m good with my own hand or yours. But I never want you to agree to any sexual act you don’t want to be involved with.”
She nodded. “Would it be okay if I just watched this time?”
“Absolutely.” Her watching him turned him on like crazy. Performing just for her had him coming way faster than usual.
“Tell me, do you like your balls touched?”
He’d just finished coming and her question took his breath away. “Jesus, yes. I love having my balls played with.”
They finished washing, and he shut off the water. He wrapped a towel around her and helped her step out of the shower. When she stepped away, she wrapped the towel around her tighter. He could tell she wanted to say something, so he turned to her and leaned his hip against the counter.
“I honestly don’t know that I’ll ever be able to do another blowjob again.”
“I’m fine with that.”
“You’re being too nice.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m being respectful of you. We can make our physical relationship what we need together.”
“What you did to me, that felt good. I liked it.”
He felt pride in making her feel good. She hadn’t had enough good in her life. “Good, because I liked it, too.”
“I just don’t know how much—”
“Hey, I’m serious.” He wanted to assure her that he’d loved everything they’d done, and he wasn’t disappointed in not doing more. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I want you. I want you to do everything with you. It’s just going to take some time.”
“We have all the time in the world, babe. All the time in the world.”
Her hand was on his chest, not at all helping his cock to stay down. He was going to be like this with her.
The movement caught her eye and her hand slid down the front of his body.
“Can I touch?”
“Oh yes.”
Her fingers on his cock felt amazing. The idea of her watching him stroke off was off the charts.
“There is no way I’m going to last long with you touching me.”
“That’s a good thing. Shows me you want me, not someone else.”
“I do want you. No one else. Just you.”
Pen reached down and pulled on his balls. That set him off. He couldn’t hold back and came hard. It felt amazing.
Pen liked having this power. She felt good about having control over Foster. It was a different position to be in. Everything was different with Foster. It was good.
After he came, they washed off again. He took her hand and led her to his room. “Are you okay sleeping with me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
When she opened her eyes, she could see light seeping in around the curtains. Sleeping with Foster was amazing. Being in Foster’s arms, hearing him breathe beside her, made her feel safe. She hadn’t felt safe in years.
He stretched and then opened his eyes. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning. I like this.”
“What? Being with me?”
“Yes. I like being with you. I like being in your arms. I like you. A lot.”
She sat up and stared down at him. “I like you a lot, too.”
“Good.” He stretched again.
She could really get used to this. He looked amazing, and she was glad he was being so patient. This could really work out.
“Now, how about breakfast? Then we can to for a walk.”
“I’d like that.”
She stretched out beside Foster. Happiness filled her. She’d been through hell, thought she would end up dead, but found true happiness in the arms of Foster, the one man who was way out of her league, but he loved her, and she loved him.