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I need to lose myself in Doug. But, also, I need to touch him and pleasure him because I know that once I tell him, everything will change.
My enthusiasm has carried me away, and now Doug is caught up in it too. There is a wildness to him tonight, a desperation, that crawls under my skin and finds the echo inside me. I have not seen him all day, which is unusual. How ridiculous to miss him when we have known each other for such a short time. My love for him is settled in my mind as I consider all I might lose.
I do not have to tell himthe little voice in my head whispers.I could manage this.
But how?
Just thinking about being with Trent in order to protect Doug is terrifying, but so is the alternative.
My mind is caught up in these thoughts, but I cannot linger there for long when Doug torments my body with more pleasure. I lay sprawled out atop him, my legs spread wide around the thick girth of his body. He sucks on my breasts, making them sore and achy, lighting a torch of desire that rips through me. His finger pumps slowly into me from behind, keeping my body primed with lust.
Only I need more from him than just to be pleasured. I need this to be equal.
I close my teeth over his tufted ear and nip, first lightly and then firmly. His lips pop off my breast with a grunt, and he stares up at me through the gloom.
“It is my turn,” I say boldly. “It is my turn to play, and I will not accept no for an answer.” I have never been this forthright with him, but I’m a very determined woman tonight and shall have my dues.
He swallows, huffs out a breath, as he stares at me like he is thinking over my request.
“You let me kiss you there before.”
He shakes his head firmly.
“Well, can you be naked again?” My face heats with my forwardness. “Can I kiss and touch your body? If I do not gothere.”
I want to touch him there, but I sense my beast needs to be gentled in stages. I’m patient, despite wanting so much from him, but I also understand that he has been hurt badly in more ways than I can know. Perhaps he shall never be whole, never feel aroused by my touch or actions. Yet there are many ways and forms of pleasure—simple light touches elsewhere, and his trust in me thus far is a form of bonding too.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he nods once.
“Thank you, Doug, thank you for trusting me.”
Then he rises, strips from his pants, and slips back beside me. I press my lips to his, trying to convey all he means to me with that kiss.
My lips trail down the strong column of his throat, over skin that’s thick and coarse compared to a human, across his shoulders and chest, then down his body until I reach the firm ridges of his stomach. Then I head back up toward his throat. I am so intent on kissing and petting him, feeling him beneath fingers and lips, that I forget how we are pressed together, that his cock is touching me, until I feel it flex against my belly.
I freeze, my heart thudding wildly, wondering if I imagined it.
It flexes again, unmistakable this time.
Doug roars and, thrusting me aside, charges out of the room.
I stare after him, the door now slammed between us, shaken and a little scared. What does this mean? Why did I have to push this? Did he like what I did? Oh God, what if I hurt him?
I rise up off the mattress and pace a little. It’s a tiny space, and I can take no more than two steps. I don’t know what to do. Should I go after him and apologize?
I’m torn with indecision when the door flies open again, and Doug is standing there, a huge, monstrous male, all power and quivering muscle. My eyes shoot down of their own accord. His cock is as it always is: enormous and mangled near the root… the room is dark save for the little light that spills in from behind him, but I believe he is bigger there, and my mouth opens with a gasp.
My eyes snap up. He waggles his finger at me.No.
I gulp. “I’m sorry… Did I?” I can hardly get the words out. “Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head once—a very firm shake.
Oh, Goddess, helikedit. He liked what I did! “But then why—oh!”
I get no more opportunity to speak, for he takes my arm and walks me backward into our tiny room, and shuts the door firmly behind him. Then I’m flung onto my back, and my legs are parted before he feasts yet again. I’m already sensitive there, yet his wildness unleashes something inside me.
Hope and anticipation.
