Her timidness is a turn-on.
Grabbing her under her arms, I move her off my lap and seat her on my groin with her straddling my thighs rather than seated sideways. Being face-to-face makes it easier to talk to her.
“Are you saying you like me as is?”
She shrugs. “Yes?”
My brows furrow. “You’re not sure.”
“You can be better,” she says in a quiet voice.
“Changed?”
“Better than you are now.”
“How am I now?” I thread my fingers in her hair and bring her to me until we’re forehead-to-forehead.
She stares at my mouth. “A great kisser.”
“I could be better?” No girl has ever said that to me. They only want to change me. To tie me down to them.
“Yes,” she says with a shy smile that stiffens my randy beast more.
Fuck me, my beast digs Sorrow’s shy smile. Damn. Never would I have thought a timid, quiet girl would get me so hard that there’s precum leaking from my hard-as-steel rod.
“Shall we give it a try? This bettering of my kisses?”
She nods.
Anticipation kicks up my heartbeat. My cock throbs and twitches. Sliding my hand under her hair, I cup the back of her neck and lean in. Her eyes widen. Her pupils dilate. Her gaze drops to my mouth. I lick my lips. An idea pops into my head.
“You initiate.”
A look of horror flashes across her desire-laden face.
She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“I believe in you.” No one has ever believed in this strong girl, and I’ll be the first.
“You do?”
“Our kiss, it’s the best I’ve had, Sorrow.”
“Really?”
“Truly.”
Her face softens. My chest aches. How can one word get her to look at me like I’m her savior? I’m not. I’m the predator, and she is my timid mouse.
I lean back, forcing her to lean into me if she wishes to. She sets her small hands on my broad shoulders and wiggles forward until her knees hit the back cushion and we’re hip to hip. Her hair falls around her face like a waterfall.
“Is this good?”
“More than good. This is better.” I tuck strands of her hair behind her ears.
“We’re being better together.” Another shy smile from her.
Together. It’s a word I’ve struck from my vocabulary. Options is the main word in my bag of words. I don’t listen to the alarm bells in my head. I watch and wait for her next move with my heart thumping hard against my rib cage, and a boner that could pound her tight, wet cunt into oblivion with how hard I am for her.
