Jason did, on the other side. A tiny bit harder, not much. Not about the hurt. About the intensity, the connection, the way his palm and fingers tingled with newfound knowledge. About the way Colby moaned again and moved atop his lap, hips rocking as if unable to help the reaction.
“Still okay?”
“Very. Your hands…I can feel this everywhere…I’m so very much yours. My toes feel all…starlit. Twinkling. Candied fruit and sugar, under moonlight…”
“The strawberries?”
“Precisely. That was two? Did you want me to count?”
“Nah. You don’t have to worry about anything.” He rubbed the spot he’d just spanked, knowing it’d be sensitive; Colby whimpered a little but relaxed even more, calmed by and given over to Jason’s caresses. “You just have to feel it, okay? Just take it. Know that you’re here,
