The Sweetest Surrender

Aenor

Thayer licks his lips and while he forces himself to maintain eye contact with me, his body instantly responds to my nakedness.

“Maybe you should start talking,” he says, his voice choked with the force of control he’s using to stay still.

He breaths are quiet, but I can see his chest and stomach heaving with the effort to maintain control.

I walk up to him and press my hands against his che