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He stares into my eyes with a poignant, expectant look until the penny drops. My cheeks burn.
Oh.
I turn to stone.
What do I do? What do I say? Is he waiting for me to give my permission? I’m so tense I feel like I might snap or break at the slightest touch. But Cove’s attention feels so good, I’m not ready for it to end.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and then jerk my head once in a nod of assent.
“I’m going to start easy on you, pretty girl, because I can see how nervous you are,” Cove tells me reassuringly. I breathe out a sigh of relief. “But when it gets to the main event, I want your eyes open and on me. I want to see every emotion and reaction wash across your face, and I want you to watch me make you scream so that you never forget how good I made you feel.”
Oh dear god, I’ll never be able to open my eyes ever again. If I play dead, will he give up and leave?I’m absolutely mortified.
Cove chuckles at me and then shifts his weight. Cold air kisses where his burning heat once was and I almost whimper at the loss of him. I don’t dare open my eyes to see what’s going on though. I’d rather freeze to death than admit I like…whatever it is we’re doing. Or should I say whatever he’s doing because I just seem to be lying here, dying of embarrassment.
A sudden thought occurs to me: does he expect tricks? Moves? Party favours? Because I have none. No tricks. No moves. And certainly no party favours.
Speaking of favours, does he expect me to return this one? Because I don’t know how to do…that. This. Shit. What am I going to do?
A squeal of surprise bursts from my lips when I feel Cove’s mouth on my breast. I sneak one eye open and quickly clamp it closed again at the sight of his golden blonde head worshipping my chest. Oh god, oh god, oh god…breathe Malia, just breathe.
Cove chuckles, and the vibration is unexpectedly arousing.
Summer has been on at me for years to get a vibrator – a battery operated boyfriend or BOB as she calls them – but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Now, from that one small buzz of Cove’s lips, I’m wondering if I’ve seriously been missing out.
He slips further down my body and my muscles completely lock up.
“Mai-Tai, do you want me to stop?” he asks. I don’t open my eyes but I shake my head no. He chuckles again and taps lightly at my thighs. “I’m going to need you to relax and let me in then.”
“I don’t know how…to relax, I mean. Obviously. I know how to open my legs.”
Oh Christ, I need to stop talking. I try to focus on the music…‘Deep End’ by Ruelle is playing and I love her, but when it doesn’t work, I clamp my lips closed even firmer than my legs are and just start counting sheep. In Mississippis.
Accidentally out loud.
I have to actually kill myself now. There’s no way out of this.
“Okay,” Cove laughs. “On the count of three Mississippi sheeps…one…two…three.”
The feather-light swipe of his tongue between my legs has me mewling in surprise. My eyes snap open, lock on Cove’s peering up at me from between my thighs, and slam closed again. Fuck. Fuck! He’s really there…between my legs…doing that!
And it feels so good.
“Wonder how many Mississippis it will take for you to scream my name?” Cove jokes.
I hope he’s joking!
He strokes and kisses up the inside of my thighs, which actually feels quite nice, and I find myself relaxing back into the mattress and getting lost in the sensations he’s creating.
This time when he licks up my centre, I don’t leap off the bed. I’m boneless, like jelly, beneath his touch. My breathing is deeper, slower, heavier.
“Mmm,” I sigh.
“Good?”
“So good,” I reply without looking down at him. So long as I keep my eyes closed, I can do this. I can lose myself in the moment and just feel so long as my closed eyes can trick my brain into relaxing and accepting.
“I’m going to finger you now, Malia,” Cove murmurs.
