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He nods, pulling my hand away from him and lifting the bottom of my dress. I hold my hands up as he slips it over and the cool air meets my bare breasts.
If I thought his stare was unnerving when I’m clothed, it’s nothing compared to when I’m naked. His eyes rove over my bare breasts, my stomach, my panties, my legs that shake at the thought of what we’re doing here.
Sex has always been an activity. Something to relieve stress. Something just to help me borrow confidence from.
But it’s entirely different here, with Abraham.
The confidence I’m gaining here is far from the superficial kind that only bolsters me for a few days. The intimacy of taking our time and seeing each other…it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
Usually, it’s quick and sweaty and the lack of intimacy is just routine.
He reaches out to cup my breast and I sigh, unsure of how to react to this languid sexual chemistry. I want to hurry, to hide my need in something fast and sweaty and rough.
Like this, I’m exposed. Like this, I’m vulnerable.
His hand slides to my sternum and he pushes me back until I’m lying flat.
I feel him hook the waistband on my panties and when he pulls them down, I lift my hips to help accommodate.
This is the quietest he’s been since I met him. I used to think it was too much when he spoke but now, I find his silence far more intense.
What is he thinking?
He remains silent as he presses kisses all along my body, starting at my insteps. When he reaches my thighs, I half expect him to bury himself between my legs but when he doesn’t, opting to climb up my body instead, I’m happy to see his face, smiling down at me.
He kisses me, long, deep, sweet sweeps of his tongue that remind me of what it feels like to feel it inside of me. He pulls away from me, running a finger down my face, to my chin.
“I want you to turn over,” he tells me, his eyes on my lips. “Will you do that for me?”
I swallow before I nod, watching as he braces himself before settling back to sit. I’m wordless as I turn over and when I don’t feel him move, I glance back at him.
“Look at me just like that, beautiful girl,” he instructs, standing to pull his boxer briefs down. I try not to stare but as his fingers grip his length, I catch the grin he sends me.
Words escape us as he settles behind me, running his hands up the backs of my legs. I try not to move but when he reaches between my legs, I can’t help the way I jerk, muffling my face in the bed so he can’t hear my gasp.
I feel his warm, bare skin as he slides up against my body. Feel his dick as it trails against me, staking its claim on me. His hands find my hips, pulling them up while his knee spreads my legs apart with an ease that leaves me breathless.
He presses a kiss against the base of my neck, just before sliding his fingers against my scalp and yanking my hair at its roots, pulling my face up.
“Don’t hide from me.” His words are forceful as he huffs an exhale, keeping one hand in my hair until he’s convinced I’m going to keep my head up. Once he’s satisfied, that hand slides to my neck, his thumb on one side and fingers on the other. A light squeeze has my body shaking.
The power, the dominance, the care.
I shudder as I look back at him, watching the way he looks down at me, wondering what he thinks of me spread so openly before him.
When he presses his thumb just inside me, my hips buck back, and I press my eyes shut only to open them when I feel a sting on my right ass cheek.
Wide eyes look back at me as I register the shock coursing through me before he speaks.
“You wear pink so well,” he murmurs, his palm smoothing over skin that I’m sure wears his handprint. But I’m not sure that it’s only the handprint that he’s talking about as he leans back a little.
When his gaze flits to mine, I meet his even stare with my own timid one, peering up through my lashes as he tilts his head to the side.
“Who is this shy beauty before me?”
“I’m not shy,” I say, wishing he would do something. Anything to push me over the edge.
“Good.” He offers no warning before he reaches for one of my hips to press me back against him. His aim is perfection or maybe I’m too wet to miss but the way he slides right inside has me gasping. He pulls out and I groan at the way I miss his length, his girth, the way we sound together.
