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“Can I remove these?”he asks, tugging on my soaking underwear.
“Yes,” I say.
He pulls gently and I lift my hips to help him.They slide over my ass and down my thighs, the cold air hitting the now exposed flesh causing a whole new sensation to overwhelm me.
When he pulls them all the way off, he sits back and stares at my sex.A niggle of insecurity works its way under my skin.What is he thinking?Does it not look normal?
He reaches out but stops only centimeters from where I want him most.“Can I touch you here?”His voice is scratchy and rough, and it makes me want to sit up and kiss him until neither of us can breathe.He has no idea how much it helps my confidence to see him crack and know he’s as deeply affected by this as I am.
“Yes,” I say.Doesn’t he know by now I’ll only ever say yes to him?
He slides his fingers over the trimmed triangle of hair.“I thought you’d have more hair,” he says quietly, almost to himself.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.I guess because of your history and knowing how you don’t normally like people touching you.”
“I’ve been getting waxed since Rikki’s mom took us to her salon at fifteen—before that night happened.”Maybe someday I’ll actually be able to say out loud what it really was instead of just referring to it asthat night.
“After, I didn’t go back right away, but eventually I did.”I think about why I’ve been able to continue getting waxed regularly when I can’t even get a massage.“I think maybe I liked the pain.Even then, it felt like something I was choosing and could control.If that makes any sense.”
Miles stares at me, the tenderness that always makes my heart go soft present in his eyes.“It does.”
He looks down at my exposed sex.“Next time I’m going to kiss you right here,” he says as he rubs his fingers in light circles over my clit.
“Okay,” I say, breathless at the idea.I’ve never done that before.
He continues to rub my clit in various patterns and pressure, all of it slowly driving me crazy.I can feel the steady thrum of pleasure everywhere, but it still never peaks.Just when my frustration is starting to escalate, he slips a finger inside me, hitting a spot deep inside.
“Oh,” I say, tossing my head back and closing my eyes as the pleasure rises until it feels like I can’t breathe.
Just let go, I tell myself, waiting for it to peak and the pressure to finally release.I’m not feeling panicked, which is improvement, but I’m still not getting that elusive orgasm.
Miles continues his movements, and when I pry my eyelids open and look down at him, his gaze is locked on my face.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demands.
“I wish I could come.”
There’s a slight furrow to his brow, but he doesn’t stop his motions.“What does it feel like?”
“Amazing,” I say on a breath.“But I can’t orgasm.”
“Can’t?”
I shake my head and let my body sag against the bed, all the pleasure I was feeling slowly slipping away, leaving me relaxed and tense at the same time.I reach out and grab his wrist, stopping his movements.
He lets me, slowly pulling his hand out of me and then leaning over me to kiss me softly.“We’ll work on that.I have plans for you to comea lotmoving forward.”
I smile at his determination, but don’t voice my doubts.
“So when in this lesson do I get to touch you?”
He pulls away and the softness in his gaze is one of the million reasons I’m falling for him.
He brushes a tendril of hair away from my face.“Tonight was about you.”
“Well, if it’s about me, shouldn’t I get to do whatever I want?”I say with a cheeky grin, my fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest.
