Not like the hands from my childhood. No, these hands have forced pleasure on me. Washed me. Caressed me. Fed me.
He's right. It's time to move forward. I lean forward and kiss his warm palm. "Yes, Amos. I want you to show me that it's not the same."
The kiss surprises him, makes his muscles tense. This is the first time I've kissed him voluntarily. But as illogical as it is, I meant it when I said I'd give us a try. What if this is my only chance to fulfill my lifelong wish?
Composing his expression, Amos tips his head to give me a sweet forehead kiss. "Thank you so much, baby, for being brave like this. I promise I won't break your trust with it."
He stands me between his legs. "Let's get these shorts off of you."
"Wait! What about my...you know?" My tampon.
"I don't mind a bit of blood. If any gets on me, it'll just be my pants. Now, back to you." Amos reaches for me with a hooded smile. Exposed, I cradle my breasts to myself and swallow a gasp as clothes hit the floor with a muted thud.
Shorts.
Panties.
His undershirt.
"Sit down. Lean on me and just relax. There you go. Now hook your legs on my thighs. Good girl."
The curly hair on his chest is rough against my naked skin when I press back and splay my legs over his thighs, opening up my center.
"Hold onto my belt loops and don't let go. Remember, kitten—I'm not going to hurt you. Justgonnashow you how good you can feel."
My breasts hang heavily as I reach behind me to catch my fingers in the loops.We're really doing this.
His massive hand wraps around my throat, firmly clasping me in a dominant but reassuring way. My pulse flutters, my lungs working rapidly to disperse oxygen throughout my body.
I can do this. He's not going to hurt me. I can do this. I can.
"Calm yourself, kitten." Lips brush the shell of my ear. A hand holds my breast, flicks the nipple back and forth. "Feel me wrapped around you. You're safe in my arms."
Soft caresses soothe me as he subdues my body. Every nuzzle of his lips, every stroke of his hand stokes the embers of passion until down, down, down his hand moves. Down to my pussy. He cups me there, branding me with the heat of his hand. "What are some of the things your foster parents told you? Tell me."
No one wants you.
You're an ugly runt.
You're a worthless brat.
Good thing they're paying me to take care of you.
So many things that cut deeply into my soul and formed me into the insecure woman I am today. But it's hard to remember them while his thumb circles my clit with teasing motions.
"Oh...Amos," I moan. "That's so—no! Why did you stop?"
The hand on my throat tips my head back to meet his smoldering gaze. "I told you I don't like being ignored. Now tell me, kitten. Tell me what lies you were told as an innocent child."
I'm so out of breath with arousal that I don't know if I can form coherent thoughts.
"Tell me or I stop." The pressure against my clit lightens.
"Theytold me I would never get adopted because no one would want me. That I was worthless and only a paycheck to them." I throw the words out.
"My Mercy." His thumb moves again. "Anything else?"
How can I think with these feelings coursing through me? "That I was ugly."
