You Can See Me by A. E. Via Page B

how long his eyelashes were. He must’ve liked them because he stayed there for a while. His fingers grazed lightly over his eyes.
    “What color?” Pres whispered again.
    “Green, baby. My eyes are green.”
    Pres sucked in a quick breath at that description. Ric could feel Pres’s erection get firmer against his stomach, making him let loose a moan before he could control it.
    “Ric.” Pres was breathless.
    Pres moved away from his eyes, and those timid fingers traveled to his strong Roman nose and then to his high cheekbones before venturing lower. Pres cupped his stubbled chin in his soft palm as if he was about to kiss him. Ric held his breath and closed his eyes as Pres’s fingers danced over his lips oh so gently. Ric’s lips were soft and full, according to what he’d been told. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top one, and he felt Pres give it a gentle squeeze, making him smile.
    Pres gasped, “I can see your beautiful smile, Ric.” He raked his fingertips across Ric’s straight white teeth.
    Some people said his eyes were his best feature, but his mom always said it was his smile. He only hoped that Pres liked it.
    Pres’s hand was still skittering over his lips, his eyes half closed as if he was mesmerized by his mouth. Ric pursed his lips and kissed Pres’s tender fingers. To Ric’s surprise, he didn’t pull his hand away. Pres’s mouth was slightly open, and his breathing picked up.
    Ric rubbed up and down Pres’s thighs as he waited for the man to process what he was feeling. He could tell Pres was so starved for affection. There was no telling the last time he’d been touched with love. Ric’s heart ached at the realization that no one wanted this wonderful man only because he was blind. To Ric, it only made him all the more wonderful.
    “Please let me kiss you, Pres. Please, baby. I have to know what you taste like.” Ric realized that he was begging, but he didn’t care. He wanted to show Pres that he was what the man was missing in his life, and Ric believed he could show him that with just one kiss.
    Pres only nodded his head yes and waited, assumably for Ric to close the distance between their mouths.
    Ric came in slowly and just let his lips brush across Pres’s mouth. He’d take it slow just in case the man got freaked out. Ric saw that Pres had closed his eyes and was inching forward some more. He figured he could move in a little more as well. Ric brought his hand up to cup Pres’s jaw and felt the man moan into his mouth. He swallowed the sexy sound and slanted his mouth to deepen the kiss.
    “Ric, please,” Pres begged.
    “I know, baby.”
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    Pres was floating, he felt so high. He was kissing this man, a very generous and kind man. He’d done a thorough feel of Ric’s face and loved every minute of it. Ric was right, he could see him. He saw that soft brown wavy hair that had enough length to grip and pull, gorgeous green eyes fanned by long, sexy lashes that lay seductively on his cheek when he closed his eyes. His skin was flawless and smooth. His five-o’clock shadow wasn’t coarse like his. It was soft.
    Oh my God. This kiss feels so good. It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed. Mmmm, more, more, please. Awww. God, so good. I forgot it could feel like this. Ric, don’t ever stop…please.
    “More please. Feels so good.” Pres released all his nervousness and inhibitions and just allowed himself to feel something that he hadn’t felt in years. He felt affection.
    Pres wrapped his arms around Ric’s neck and gave it everything he had. He drove his tongue in to explore this wonderful man and relished the flavors that exploded in his mouth. Pres didn’t know why this felt so right…It just did. Ric felt like sunshine in Pres’s very dark world.
    Ric was one hell of a kisser too. He was giving it to Pres real good, and he didn’t stop, just like he’d begged him not to. Ric moaned passionately into his mouth as if he was enjoying it