Page 124 of Theta

"What's that?"

"I'm kinda nervous?" Her tone makes it a question. "It's like, we've had to take such a big step back from the physical stuff that it kinda feels like…a reset, I guess. And I'm nervous, suddenly." She looks at me, appraising, assessing, seeking reassurance. "I know I shouldn't be, but…nothing has ever been as important to me as getting things right with you."

I transfer my can to the other hand and reach out, take hers. "Well, number one, there’s no wrong thing here. If you're nervous, we take things slow."

"I don't want to take things slow—that’s what’s dumb. I want you. I'm just…nervous. It's silly." She rolls a shoulder. "I get in my head about things, sometimes.”

"C'mere." I tug her toward me, and she sets her can aside and pushes to her feet, allowing me to pull her down to my lap, sitting sideways with my arms around her neck. "Story, listen. It’s not silly at all. This is about us getting the time alone together that we need. It's for us, for whatever we need it to be. If you're nervous, we accommodate that. I have no expectations, honey. I love you. I’m just glad to be here with you, no matter what does or doesn't happen."

She smiles at me, her eyes full of love and gratitude. "Oh, Killy. You're too damn sweet, you know that? I'm nervous, not scared. It's more…nervous anticipation than 'oh god, what's gonna happen and what could go wrong' vibes.” She toys with my hair, her eyes lingering on my lips. "I don't want to take it slow."

"No?" I ask, letting my hand roam down her back to the curve of her ass and thigh. "Then what do you want?"

She shifts a shoulder in a small shrug. "I dunno. A kiss?”

"Ah. Just a kiss?" I cup the back of her head and caress her ass and thigh. "Like this?"

I lean in, touch my lips to hers—it's soft and slow and gentle and easy, closed-mouth, no tongue.

She breaks, rests her forehead on mine, nodding. "That's an excellent place to start." She inhales a deep breath and lets it out, pulling away to look at me from up close, eyes on my lips. "I think we could do better, though."

"Oh? I dunno," I tease. "That felt pretty nice."

"Pretty nice?" She fakes offense. "We can do a hell of a lot better than pretty nice."

"I happen to agree, as a matter of fact.”

She drifts in again, palm on my cheek, thumb swiping across my top lip. "Try again?”

"As you wish."

Her lips curve in a sly smile, and then I'm kissing her again, and this time I put more of my hunger for her into it. I open my mouth and trace my tongue over her lips and tilt my head to deepen the kiss when she melts against me.

Story rotates to face me, and I scoot my butt forward on the angled seat to make room for her legs behind my back as she wraps them around me. She's still wearing the cover-up, which is a knee-length sundress-type thing made out of not-quite-sheer fishnet material; it somewhat obscures her figure underneath and doesn’t quite hide the revealing bikini.

"Cute as this thing is," I whisper. "I feel like it's in the way."

"So get rid of it," she suggests.

I kiss her again, this time giving her the full force of my need—she surges against me, whimpering as our tongues tangle, and I tug at the hem of the cover-up. She lifts her butt so I can work the fabric free and then breaks the kiss, lifts her arms so I can peel it up and off…and then stands up and does a slow turn for me, showing off.

"Fuck," I growl. "That fucking bikini."

She bites the corner of her lower lip. "It’s the first time I've worn it other than to try it on…at home, alone. I was out with some girls from work and kinda drunk, and they convinced me to buy it from an online clearance sale. I got it, tried it on, and put it in the back of my underwear drawer until now. I'd never, ever wear something this revealing at a public beach or pool, and certainly not around our families."

The top is sheer black and totally see-through, revealing the entirety of her breasts, her nipples thick and erect at the center of her wide dusky-pink areolae. The bottoms are slightly more opaque in front and totally sheer in the back, revealing her ass.

The effect is fucking intoxicating. She's clothed, but still naked.

I want it off.

Instead, I sit forward and clutch the outsides of her hips as she shifts forward to stand between my knees, rub my hands up her thighs to grip where the thigh bends to the waist. Press my thumbs into the delicate tender hollows of silky skin just outside her pussy. She whimpers with need, sinking down sideways onto my lap once more.

I nip her lower lip, soothe the bite with my tongue.

She pulls away, brows furrowed, gazes down at me, expression fraught. "Killy?"

I slide my hands up her sides, scour her back, her shoulders, her neck, back down her spine, and scrub them over her belly, halting just below the weight of her tits. “Yeah, sweetheart?"