Placing my hand on his bicep, I ask, "Can I pour the oil on you so you can feel what I do?" His nostrils flare and he nods with a set jaw. I look at him once more and he answers my confused look.

"I'm trying not to lose control," he says.

A murmur forms in the back of my throat. "I like when you do, though." My gaze drops to his straining cock. The tip of his head is a shade of deep violet and there's proof of his arousal dripping from the tip. I lick my lips watching it fall in a thin stream to the bed.

After he finishes with both my arms, I sit up. Between the warm oil and smooth taste of cognac streaming through my veins, I'm hungrier for him than ever before.

"I'm not done," he says. But I can't handle anymore. I'm about to jump his bones.

James gets up to hand me a fresh candle. He lifts it to my face for me to blow out the flame, then hands it to me.

James is kneeling in front of me, mimicking my position. "I don't want to hurt you," I say, suddenly hesitant as I look at the steaming oil and his jutting erection.

"There's nothing you can do that would hurt me, sweetheart, unless you leave me."

My eyes snap to his. I shake my head. If I wasn't so worked up inside, I'd be angry he even suggested such a thing.

Palming his cock with one hand, I hand him the candle to hold for a second as I scoot back. I lean down to take him in my mouth, flattening my tongue and relaxing. I taste his arousal as I suck him good and deep before pulling back. I do it a few more times and look up at James.

My heart is in my throat.

His head is tilted back, and there's a maze of veins straining in his neck. Through the colorful ink, his chest is blushed with pleasure and the vascularity in his body is pulsating. It sounds funny to call a man beautiful until you witness it. James is beautiful when he's in the throes of passion. He's abandoned reserve and only moves on feeling.

"I love you, James." I find myself whispering as I look at him. My heart is too full, bursting with emotion for this man I never should've been able to love in the first place.

His head comes up and his eyes open to reveal a depth of emotion I wonder if I’ve ever had in my eyes when I’ve looked at him.

Leaning forward, James grabs ahold of the side of my neck and plants a hard fucking kiss on my lips.

I break the kiss. "I don't want to hurt you," I say again.

"If you're concerned, you can pour the oil in your hand and rub it on me. But it's not going to hurt."

Nodding, I direct him to lie back, and he does. His legs are spread wide, his thick thighs dusted with fine hair. Our eyes meet one last time before I lift the candle and turn it over slowly. I watch in fascination as the oil drizzles down his engorged cock. A loud moan rolls out from his throat and his body vibrates. The tip of his cock produces a small pearl of cum. I place the candle on the table next to our bed, then wrap my hand around his width and lean down. I run my tongue over his pleasure, tasting the saltiness. His back bows and he palms the back of my head, his thighs coming up to encage me. He releases me and I twist my wrist and squeeze, stroking him as I suck the head of his cock.