His gaze moves to mine, eyes full of wonder. “Beautiful. This is amazing. You are amazing.”
“What does it feel like?” I ask.
His mouth opens on a soft inhale of breath. “Like how I imagine petting a butterfly’s wing feels. Warm. But soft.” The wide of his mouth lifts. “A little tingly.”
“Good?” I ask breathlessly.
“Good.” His gravelly voice causes me to shiver. “So good,” he says.
Instead of just a finger, his entire hand presses against my collarbone. His fingertips slide behind my neck, his thumb at the base of my throat. My hammering pulse beats against his touch. He squeezes lightly. His other hand drifts to the base of my back, gently pulling me closer to him.
My eyes close again as my mouth opens. I lean toward him, into him, flush against him. We’ve come together in so many places; our toes, our thighs, my stomach against his waist. He’s hard when I push my hips closer to him. He groans low in his throat. Every single sensation spirals as I melt into his touch.
Our lips meet.
The soft strength of his lips is intoxicating. His scent invades me. His body rocks gently once into mine. It’s the dream I let myself have in the dark of night, under the blankets. It’s the touch I’ve longed for. It. Is.Everything.
He gently rocks his head side to side, his lips creating a soft friction along my closed mouth. He’s mimicking the way his finger traced my chest. The simple action is the most arousing thing I have ever experienced by a mile. His breath is warm and indulgent as it mingles with mine.
It’s a dance I couldn’t choreograph on my own; a dance that requires a skilled partner. And he is very, very skilled. Still gently cupping my head, his tongue teases the seam of my lips, asking for permission. Electricity shoots to my very core. My own mouth opens, starved. Greedy for anything it can get.
Finally, I allow myself the freedom to explore. My fingertips dig into strong shoulders born from constant motion. Masculine and solid. He’s so large and demanding. I love how feminine it makes me feel. I explore the curls at the base of his neck, tugging lightly on them before running my fingers through his hair. He groans against me. I need him closer and I feel myself going from zero to sixty. Kissing went from everything to just the beginning. I will always need more from this man.
He smiles against my mouth and I shudder.
I have to breathe.
My head falls back with a sigh of delight. His mouth does not waste the time for breath. Lips suck and tickle my now-fully exposed neck. Longing like I’ve never felt before pools in me. I need more. I am empty. I need to be teased and explored and filled. With a deep inhale I find his mouth again. His amazing lips. I pull the bottom one into my mouth and suck on it. He groans and presses himself against me.
He releases his hands from my neck to explore me in return. His hands never still. Greedy for every inch of my body, they slide from my hip to my bottom, to my ribcage under my shirt. A fingertip grazes the bottom of my breast and my knees almost give out with the wave of arousal. Is it possible to die from too much pleasure?
The thought sobers me.
He could… All at once the reality comes crashing back. I need to stop this. I will hurt him. I have to stop his sweet, soft, delicious lips from moving against mine.
As soon as I realize my mistake a bolt of electricity shocks his lip.
He sucks in a breath and reels back.
“Sorry,” I gasp out.
“Don’t be.” He sets his hands on my shoulders and ducks his head until I meet his gaze. “It’s okay. It just surprised me. I’m fine.”
But it’s not fine. This is why I keep my distance. This is why he isn’t safe. I stumble back and bump into the table. Water sloshes over the tank’s edge. Ginger somersaults dramatically to show his upset. Ginger. I could have gone off. I could have hurt him. Mrs. Davies is just outside the door too. My head shakes as I push him away.
“No. It’s not okay. Get back.”
“I promise it doesn’t hurt,” he says.
Of course he says that. He doesn’t want me to feel bad but I’m spiraling now. A moment ago I was on the cusp of pleasure I have never experienced and now I’m worrying about going off in a different way.
Even thinking it sends a burst of energy down my arms.
“You need to calm down,” he says.
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down,” I snap.
If I had a dollar for every time a doctor or a man told me to calm down …
