“Stay,” my eyes tell him.

My mouth finds his neck, the soft spots under his extended arms and trails wet kisses around his nipples, down his torso, between his thighs… His cock is just as I want it, strong, hungry and oozing a bit at the tip. I gaze upon it with greedy eyes, my fingers tracing light circles along his low abdomen and the manscaped area surrounding his genitals.

He is being a good boy. Hands staying where I put them, cock bobbing greedily. A puddle of precum shines on his belly.

This is the kind of control I’d give up. Willingly and frequently.