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I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through the panic building in my chest. But no matter how much I try to push it back down, I’m not ready for Gray’s touch.
While my eyes are closed, he shifts on the mattress. It dips as he moves, and I move forward so he can sit himself behind me. His legs are spread wide, so he’s not caging me in.
“Let me try something,” he murmurs, reaching for my hands that are balled into fists. “I promise I won’t touch anything but your hands.”
Gradually, I relax and let him put his hands on top of mine. His touch is light, barely there, which makes it easy to endure.
“Spread your legs,” he rasps.
“I won’t let you touch me,” I snap as I press my thighs firmer together. “I-I can’t bear it.”
The pain following that admission is enough to make my eyes misty. Fuck, how I wish I wasn’t this terrified in my own skin.
“Do you trust me?” Gray asks.
“Yes,” I answer immediately, since I don’t need to think about the answer.
His head is resting on my shoulder so I feel the nod. “Then spread your legs, Princess.”
I slowly do as he says, leaning back ever so slightly and using him to keep my balance as I open my thighs.
“Move your hand to your thigh,” he commands.
My core tightens in anticipation, and I lick my lips as I mimic what I tried to do with his hand earlier. I place my own on my thigh and slowly slide upward with his hand on top of mine. I hesitate as we reach the edge of my panties, but with a sharp intake of air, I move my fingers to my core.
Gray’s fingers are perfectly splayed on top of mine, so when I press my index finger to my pulsating clit, it’s like we’re both touching me.
“Oh,” I gasp, my head falling back against him as pleasure makes me breathless.
He nips at the shell of my ear. “Does it feel good, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whimper, adding more pressure.
I’m so relieved that I can still feel pleasure that I come to a stop, not moving at all. Misreading the situation, Gray removes his face from my shoulder and tries to move his hand away from mine.
“No,” I rush out. “What are you doing?”
His voice is coated in concern as he asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I didn’t think about…itat all,” I admit.
“So, why did you stop?”
Sighing, I say, “I guess I was thinking aboutit.But only in the sense that I’m glad I can still feel good. I wasn’t… it wasn’t… don’t ruin this by making me talk about that.” I can’t keep the annoyance I feel from my tone at the last part.
I love how concerned and observant Gray is. But this is about letting go, and I can’t do that if he’s going to analyze every movement or sound I make.
When his hand is back on mine, I roll my clit again, moaning at how amazing it feels. The worry and fear that’s been weighing me down morphs into pleasure, giving me a single-minded goal. I want to come.
“Talk to me,” I say, my tone sultry with need.
Gray licks down the length of my neck and blows on the wet trail. My nipples tighten into hard peaks and my pussy throbs. I’m so caught in the web of erotica he’s spinning that I don’t worry or shy away from the unexpected touch of his tongue.
“I bet you’re soaking wet,” he rasps. “And it’s killing me that it’s going to waste. I want to lick the cum from your cuntso badly.”
Moaning, I slip our hands between the panties. Then I slide our index fingers through my folds, and he’s right. I’m fucking drenched.
“More,” I beg.
