His eyes widened. “Why?”
“You…We didn’t…I mean, you sent us tobed. Tosleep. I thought…I don’t know.”
His other arm left and I felt suddenly sad. It didn’t last long as his hand met the other, cupping my face, pulling me closer to his.
The kiss was soft and hungry at the same time. His lips parted to welcome my tongue in his mouth. His fingers grazed the back of my hair, pulling softly at the braids like he needed something to ground himself to. The hard proof that I’d been wrong about how he felt twitched, pressing between my legs. I wasn’t wearing underwear under the long shirt he had lended me and he was still wearing the pants he wore during the ceremony.
I couldn’t be sure, but something told me it wasstained. Because ofme.
“In case this was not clear, Idowant you.” The slight shift of his hips made itveryclear. “The only reason it did not happen is that I was not sureyouwere ready for this.”
He was right. “I wasn’t. I…I still don’t think I am.”
And yet I still rocked against him, rubbing my wet center against his covered hard length. He let out a deep, guttural moan. “Then we will keep waiting. Until you are—ah.Sure—fuck.”
I had seen Jake fucking that woman. He’dmade mewatch. This…what I was doing, this was not sex, right? The woman didn't look like she had a particularly good time. Then why…why did this feel so good?
“Is this…Is this okay?” I asked him as I kept moving. His head fell back, eyes snapping shut. The purple waves rolled over his entire body.
“Yes. This is more than okay,” he panted as our eyes met again. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his abs flexing with each of my motions. “Shit, Tamara…Wait.” He placed both hands on my hips, stopping me. “We cannot—” He paused, groaning between his teeth. We couldn’t? Oh dear, had I… “Wecannotmove too much,” he continued. “The traveling nets, they are…not stable enough.”
Oh.Oh.But I…I needed more. More friction, more—
“Do you trust me?” Did I? “I can…I think I can make you come without—”
“Come?” I asked. “What is—”
“Shit…Have you never—?”
I shook my head. This was all very new to me. I’d been told my whole life that sex wasn’t supposed to feel good for us—women. The one Jake had fucked in front of me? She didn’t seem to have felt pleasure. Not like I was now.
But it hadn’t been…like this. This looked different. Filbur was not pushing himselfinsideof me.
“Tamara. Do youtrustme?” he asked again.
And suddenly I was terrified again. What if he did something thathurt? What if Ibledlike the woman Jake—
“If not, it is alright,” he reassured quickly. “We can keep doing this and if the net falls then…Well, it will just hurt me.”
I moved my hips again, straightening just enough to study his face. Did I trust him? We only met yesterday. And yet, in this short amount of time, he had been more concerned about my wellbeing than anyone had in all of my life.
There was no reason for him to hurt me.
“I…I think I trust you.”
His hand tightened on my hips and he bit his lower lip. “Good enough,” he breathed out. “If you need to stop at any point, you tell me.”
And his lips were on mine again as one of his hands found its way between our bodies. His knuckles brushed the sensitive spot between my legs when he fumbled with his pants, pulling it down just enough to free his hard length. I straightened until I was sitting upright, unable to resist the need to take a peek.
Filbur let me, studying me as I studiedhim.
“Is this okay?” he asked, breathless, sliding his hands on my thighs.
It wasbig. Large, long, red and swollen, falling on his stomach, the slightly pointier tip reaching his bellybutton. The length of the underside was covered in a line of soft looking spikes and they were…moving.
“What is—”
“The reason I think I can make you come faster this way,” he said and straightened just enough to pull on my waist, sliding my center right along his—
