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“Wait,” I start, catching her wrist before she can abandon my side of the bed altogether. Her skin is warm against mine and she doesn’t try to pull away when I place her hand back on my face. “I wasn’t ready.”
I wish I never turned the light off. I’d love to see how her expression looks now. Her cheeks are probably red, warm with a blush.
“You really want me to embarrass myself twice?”
I scoff and abandon her hand to find her face. “I really want to kiss you, that’s about it.”
Her hair is so soft, I’m amazed as I sink my fingers into her locks.
The way she sucks in her next breath is intoxicating. Finding her mouth is a challenge in itself, but I’m determined. When I kiss her nose, she lets out a more genuine laugh.
“We’re both kind of bad at this.” Her breath brushes my skin and I know where to put my mouth next.
“We’ve got a long while to get better.”
A few days, or a week, or even a lifetime. I’ve made my decision. I’ll take this woman for as long as she’ll let me.
Leaning down to kiss her, she responds much better than the first time. Opening up right away, her body stirs when I roll more toward her.
If I’m not careful, I’ll flatten the poor woman. As cautious as I want to be, she’s tugging on my arm like she wants me to keep rolling. Must have a death wish or something. Though I’ll admit, it does feel pretty good having her beneath my body once I’m leaning on her.
Once my hands are drifting down her body, Ruewhimpers.It’s a sound I never knew I needed until now. When I squeeze one of her hips, she’s already opening her legs like clockwork.
“Going to kill me,” I groan out when I pull away from her lips.
Here I felt such shame for getting hard earlier. If I’d known she wouldn’t have felt disgusted, then who knows where we’d be. All I know is right now, I want to touch her and help with the shifting of her limbs.
She giggles when I kiss her throat, tilting her head up to give me even more room to taste.
“Tickles,” she whispers before reaching out for one of my wandering hands. With only a slight tug, she’s guiding my palm to the heat source between her legs.
Turns out, beneath my shirt, the only thing she’s got on is a pair of underwear. I might not know the color or design, but I can’t mistake the wet strip covering her own arousal.
How far is this sweet woman going to let me go? As far as it takes to help her get off, I hope.
Rue
I can’t believe we’re doing this. Even now, with his hand tucked between my thighs and his fingers pressing against my sex, I am still in disbelief.
When I’m not trying to convince myself that all of this is happening, I’m attempting to keep myself from demanding he stop with all of his teasing and hurry up and take my underwear off.
Begging is not usually my go-to, but that can change in a heartbeat.
For such a big guy, Bryson doesn’t struggle to slide his frame down my body. I feel the pressure of his mouth against my stomach as he descends inch by inch. My heart pounds as he gets closer and closer to the source of all my throbbing.
He doesn’t plan on doingthat, does he?
Chewing on my lip, I close my eyes as more embarrassment fills me. “Um, I didn’t shower Bryson. You don’t have to–”
“Don’t care.” The words come out and what I can only describe as a growl. What happened to the man who made a run for it for simply getting aroused? Was it my straightforwardness that made him finally cave?
He doesn’t stop moving until he’s settled between my legs. Sliding his hand away to end his torturous touches, he takes off my underwear before parting my knees without a word.
A part of me wishes my eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark. Not even the light being off is enough to hide the hunger in his eyes. The way he is looking up at me, I feel like an animal snagged in a trap. Whatever he intends on giving to me, I know I won’t survive.
Funny enough, I’m not scared in the slightest. If anything, Iwantthis. Very much so.
Bryson’s breath is hot against my inner thighs. When his mouth brushes one, I’m already prepared to ask him to keep going. All it takes is the graze of his teeth and I’m a goner. If I thought his beard tickled my face and throat, nothing compares to down there.
