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“Oh, is it? I thought I was supposed to be confessing to my sins.”
“That, too.” He nips at my lips. “What do you have to confess, Cecilia?” He walks me to his couch and lays me down on it. I don’t put a fight. This is exactly where I want to be.
“I have to confess …” I trail off as he takes off my shoes in such a sensual way, I shiver.
“Yes?” He roams his hands up my fingers until his fingers reach the ends of my dress. I remember how good it felt to have his fingers on me on top of my underwear. I wonder how good it will feel below it, skin to skin.
“I have to confess I like you,” I whisper as his fingers reach under my dress and tickle the skin of my thighs.
“Is that all?” He reaches my panties. My arousal is already strong, and I clench my legs together to find some kind of friction.
“I have to confess I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Good.” He reaches under the waistband of my panties and slowly starts to peel them off. “Is this ok?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
“Anything else to confess? You’re a good Catholic girl and I’m taking your panties off right now.” He rips them down my legs and tosses them to the ground. I drop my head back and slightly part my legs. This is so visceral. So real. My core is throbbing. I’m in desperate need of Theo’s touch. “I think there’s more you need to confess to.”
“There is.” I shift my hips around. “I like how you touch me.”
“Yeah?” His fingers hover over my most sensitive area. So close and yet just out of reach. “What’s your favorite thing about me touching you?”
“How good you make me feel. I’ve never felt it before. You make me feel seen.”
“Then let me make you feel seen.”
He finally touches me, and I almost explode. Theo’s fingers glide across my folds toward that perfect, little nub that brings all the pleasure. I gasp, my hips bucking up involuntarily. Theo chuckles as he continues to touch me with his hand. Skin to skin, finally.
“Anything else?” He rubs his thumb around my nub. The throbbing within my core grows stronger until it’s almost unbearable. Theo pushes up my skirt, so it bunches around my waist. He’s staring at my lower naked body, and I don’t feel any shame. I thought maybe I would but with Theo, there’s never anything wrong.
It’s only ever right.
“Um …” It’s hard to think with him touching me. He rubs me with a firmer finger. “I have to confess that …”
“Tell me,” he growls, pressing his thumb harder against me. I gasp as my hips buck again.
“I need to confess I love … this.” I stretch out on the couch as he pleasures me with his fingers.
“What’s this?”
“This.” I nod toward his hand. “I love having an orgasm.”
He chuckles. “Who doesn’t?” He increases his speed and rubs me faster. I don’t even think I’m breathing.
“I was raised to feel shame over this,” I say, my voice breathy. “But you don’t make it shameful.”
His eyes flash as they meet mine. “I’m glad.” He leans over me slightly, pressing on my nub harder. “Then let me show you something else.” He continues touching my clit with his thumb as he reaches his index finger toward my opening. My arousal reaches its peak.
With his eyes locked with mine, he inserts his finger into me. There’s no pain. Only pleasure.
My lips part as he begins to bring his finger in and out of me.
“Theo,” I gasp, clenching my legs around his forearm. “It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not. You can handle this.” He’s relentless in his touch, and I’m powerless to stop it.
But that’s the thing—I never want this to stop.
