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Nervous, but swarming with sensations that were making me bolder than I thought I would be, I reached for his hand, pulling it up, and placing it on my breast.
The sexy little growl that escaped him had my sex clenching hard.
It wasn’t long before his hand was in my cup, squeezing my breast, working my nipple into a hardened point.
Then my bra was on the floor, and Seeley was lowering down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, making me see white for one blinding moment.
My own hands were moving, undoing the front of his jeans, then pulling them down over his waist. One of my palms moved over the front of his boxer briefs, feeling the straining outline of him.
“We need to stop,” Seeley said, breathless as his chest heaved, as his muscles tensed.
“I don’t want to,” I told him as my hand slid into his underwear, closing around his hard length, making his body jolt hard, and his hand crush my shoulder as I stroked him.
He didn’t let me do it for long, though, before he was pulling away, trying to find his control once again.
So while he searched for that, he turned his attention to me, pulling me off the counter, then sliding my pants off my hips. Then, after looking down at me, gauging my reaction, my panties followed too.
I’d never been naked around anyone before.
Least of all a guy.
But where I expected to feel nervous, all I felt was this all-around rightness.
Because if this was going to happen, it had to happen with Seeley. There was no other way.
His fingers traced down my ribs, over my hip, my belly, then slowly slid downward until his finger slipped up my cleft, letting out another of those sexy rumbles finding me already wet and aching for him.
“Ama.” He breathed out my name, sounding both needy and unsure somehow at the same time.
But, for once, I wasn’t. Unsure. I’d never been so sure of anything in my entire life.
This was right.
With him.
It had to be him.
So my hand moved down, pressing his fingertip to my clit.
He didn’t even hesitate.
His finger started working me as his gaze watched as he drove me up, as my ragged breathing became soft whimpers.
His thumb slid up, taking over on my clit as his fingers moved down, one of them pressing against the opening to my body before slowly slipping inside.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes closing for a moment as we both, it seemed, thought about him inside of me.
But not yet.
He worked me with one finger, then two, spreading me, preparing me, nearly bringing me to the peak several times before pulling away, refusing it.
“Seeley, please,” I whimpered as my hand started to stroke him again.
“Ama… I can’t,” he said, shaking his head, his eyes and voice sad.
“I need you,” I told him because that was exactly what I felt right then. Need. An aching sort of emptiness.
An almost pained groan escaped him as he reached for me, sealing his lips to mine again as he walked us back toward my bedroom where we’d spent so many chaste nights, but where I’d spent just as many fantasizing about his hands on me, his lips on mine, how it would feel to have him pressing me into the mattress, sliding inside of me, making me his.
