I do this for a while longer, licking and kissing away his scars until I'm satisfied.
My lips move across his shoulders to his neck, my nose grazing his mark as I inhale his smell. He growls deeply in his chest. My fingers run down his spine until they meet the waistband of his boxers.
One finger slips inside, only an inch or two, and follows the fabric to the front. I pull the fabric towards me until the fabric slips from my finger, smacking back against his skin. He grows lowly.
I look up into his dark eyes, feeling the heat of his gaze.
My finger reaches forward again, popping open the button of his jeans with ease. I reach for the zipper when his hands move down and stop me.
"Tonight's about you, not me." He says, his voice raspy with desire.
He moves my hand to my side, holding
