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I wanted to show her, to teach her how we should kiss, but I wanted her to admit that she needed my help. Not because I was a bastard, or because I wanted to hold something over her with my superiority—ha!—but because the admission would help her relax, and would show her that she was giving herself to me.
I was under no illusion that she was ready for sex. She wasn’t. At all. But I was okay with that. My right hand was getting sore, but I could deal with that while she came to terms with the fact that with me, she would always be safe.
I shuddered as she slipped her tongue along the seam of my lips. With a moan, I parted my mouth and loved that she pushed in. The minute she did, she darted back out again.
I juddered underneath her, the muscles in my body responding to the delicate touch that somehow packed the power of a sledgehammer.
My moan seemed to stir her confidence because I felt her push her body into mine. The pressure of her breasts against my chest had my cock hardening, and I wished like hell I could shape those delicious mounds with my fingers, cup them in my hands. I wanted to taste their tips; know if they were red like cherries or pink and plump.
My brain whirred on ahead of me, charging my veins with an electricity that made me hard but also, made me soft, because this was Jessica.
The only woman who touched me on a cerebral level. Who could get my imagination working, and who could make me feel these things without even putting a hand near my cock.
A small guttural moan sounded deep in her throat, and I recognized it as one that was founded in exasperation and frustration.
Her tongue fluttered against mine and she pulled back, whispering, “I don’t know what to do.”
My eyes were dazed as I looked deep into hers. “You were doing perfectly.”
She shook her head, tilting down to avoid his gaze. “Hardly.”
I reached up and cupped her jaw. When she still avoided me, I sighed. “You were. Carry on. There’s no rush, no pressure. Just pleasure. Just enjoy it.”
Her bottom lip quivered and I saw that and wanted to groan. The need to nip that tender morsel, to tug it away from her teeth then sweep in and savor her was a strong urge that had me wanting to rear up and over her.
“Will you help me?”
The request was quiet; exactly what I’d hoped to hear even if the dejection in her tone wasn’t.
Though I’d wanted to take charge, had hoped she’d extend that hand of trust, I didn’t like that. I didn’t want it this way.
I wondered how I could help her, empower her enough to make her realize she was doing perfectly well on her own without my getting involved at all.
The notion came to me and I realized she wouldn’t like it but it was the one sure fire way to make her understand.
In a smooth move, I rolled us so that she was on top of me and I underneath her; flat out against the cushions. Though she squeaked, she made no move to jump off me. Quickly, while her nerves were on my side, I grabbed her legs and murmured, “Straddle me.”
She hesitated but complied, slowly. So slowly it made me grit my teeth. When she settled low on my thighs, I dragged her up until her core was rocking against my hardness. She went white as a sheet, enough to make me fear I’d done the wrong thing, then, before she could scare, I whispered, “Feel what you do to me with your beautiful kisses?”
The question had her head tilting to the side. “Really?”
“My body can’t lie, sweetheart.”
She let out a shuddery breath and, stunning the shit out of me, rocked her hips once, twice, three times. When she felt my hardness again, she smiled at me. It beamed out of her, made me feel like I’d just been bathed in the sun’s rays.
“I did that.”
“You did,” I told her, amuse
d. “Now, come here.” I beckoned her with my arms. Again, she hesitated, but I remained patient. She moved against me, her head angled so that she could kiss me once more. But I shook my head and tucked her so that her silky hair brushed my chin. “This is perfect,” I told her.
“No, I want to kiss you,” she argued, and the heat in her words made me grin because moments before, she’d been unsure of herself. There was no uncertainty now.
“I want to kiss you too, but I also want you in my arms.”
I knew she wanted to argue and then, she breathed long and low, the move settling her deeper against me. She wriggled a little, finding a good spot, and then I felt her relax. Suddenly, I knew what it felt to be handed a gold medal at the Olympics—because nothing could feel as exhilarating as this. This. I’d earned her trust enough for her to relax in my embrace, all while she felt my cock and could feel my body’s heat against her own.
It might not have seemed like a huge step to some, but to me? Well, it felt like we’d climbed Everest together.
