My hips lurch off the bed and I thrust into her mouth. Swallowing most of me, Dee grabs onto my flexing hips, meeting my thrusts, her body rising and falling, her mouth relentless for my climax.
“Open your eyes,” I rasp, wrecked from the impending force of release. “Look at what you do to me.”
Her amber gaze finds mine.
And that does it.
I roar from the ecstatic pleasure rushing through my blood, and Dee stays with me, her mouth steadily working until I’m drained of every drop.
Surrounded by a warm afterglow, I reach for her upper arms and pull Dee on top of my chest.
“I thought about this the other night,” I say, running my fingertips along her spine. “Having your sexy mouth on me.”
She laughs a breathy chuckle that blows across my skin. “You seem to have a one-track mind.”
“I have many tracks, but they all lead to you. What you told me, Dee, changes nothing about the way I feel or how much I want you.”
“I know you want me, Mick,” she murmurs, drawing lazy figure eights on the left side of my chest. “That was to show you how much I want you, too.”
“It’s not just about sex, Dee. It’s always been more between us.”
“I know that, too.”
“How can I help you? Not fix you, because you’re perfect just the way you are. But to be there for you. Tell me what you need.”
“I’m still figuring that out. Therapy helps. Deep breathing helps. Pilates and exercise help. Understanding my triggers helps, too. But it will always be a struggle.”
“You can’t warn me off,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere. But I also don’t want you disillusioned. I’m not perfect. I’m a woman who has issues with food and insecurities about her body.”
“Will you do something?”
“What?” she asks, flattening her palm on my sternum and resting her chin there to look up at me.
“Every day, tell me one positive thing about yourself. Starting now.”
She scrunches her nose. “That feels conceited.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about an inflated ego. I could list at least a hundred things, but I know it’s not the same as you seeing them for yourself.”
“I’m smart,” she says confidently.
“That you are. But tell me something you like about your body.”
“Oh, well,” her voice goes smaller. “That’s more difficult. I’ll have to think about that.”
“Come on, Dee,” I urge, hoping she’ll come to see herself as I do…as she is. “One positive thing.”
She hesitates and then her mouth tilts up in a half smile. “Okay. My boobs, I guess. I thought they looked pretty good in that push-up bra.”
“And out of it, too.” I slide my hands under her to give them an affective squeeze.
“Mick.” My name morphs into a moan. “What about going to Darlington?”
I’d forgotten about that. “Would you mind skipping it? We could go next weekend,” I offer as consolation.
“Oh.” Disappointment settles in her voice. “I thought you wanted to go.”
