And he did. All the way down her neck and across her collarbone—his mouth and tongue were in no hurry, ensuring every inch of skin was given equal attention. His hands went beneath her, urging her up a fraction so he could unclip her bra and she tensed as he slowly pulled it off. The sharp breath he sucked in when he stared down at her only made her more aware of her nakedness.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
She nodded, but still felt unsettled. She wasn’t nervous about the act itself; she was nervous because she felt so utterly exposed. Not just her body. The way he was looking at her made her feel like he could read her mind, see into her soul. And maybe she’d be okay with that if he just wanted her body, but he seemed intent on claiming every part of her. And every part responded. With uncertainty. With wariness. But still a response showing her willingness to give herself wholeheartedly to him, to this moment.
He was doing the same, giving and taking in equal measure. She’d felt in his kiss and now she felt it in his touch. Gentle and demanding at the same time. Bracing himself on his elbow, he lowered his upper body until his hard chest was pressed against her, leaving only enough space between them for his hand to cup her breast. His mouth closed over hers, swallowing her moans as his thumb circled her nipple.
It felt like he spent hours rubbing, pressing, exploring her body with his hands. Running them down her arms, up her thighs, across her breasts. He was patiently learning all her curves, discovering what made her gasp and what made her moan. At first she thought he was familiarizing her skin to the feel of him, but he did it for so long that she realized he was burning the memory of his touch into every muscle. This wouldn’t last beyond this trip and he told her that she would forget about him, but her body would remember this forever.
And when his mouth began its exploration, she knew she was in trouble. At that point her body was needy and eager for more. His lips moved lower, the tip of his tongue swirling over her hardened nipples. His breath grew hotter as he went lower down and the way his teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh of her stomach told her that he was feeling the same fervent hunger.
He lifted up, his fingers catching the seams of her panties, and his hands pressed into her thighs as he slowly dragged themoff. Now that she was completely naked, she felt self-conscious and nervous, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin. But at the same time she was filled with anticipation, her body aching to have his mouth on her again. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs further apart. His ravenous eyes roamed over her, starting at her lips and ending between her thighs.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his teeth sinking into her inner thigh. “I can’t tell you how much I need to restrain myself right now.”
Without warning, he dipped his head between her legs and the first flick of his tongue had her gasping. It was so unexpected that she stiffened.
His head lifted a fraction so their eyes could meet. “Relax.”
She felt his tongue again, lapping slow strokes over her heated skin, and her eyes rolled back. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was licking her most intimate place and it took some time to get used to it. He was patient and slowly her body gave into it. His tongue, firm and languid, pressed against her clit until her soft breathing turned into desperate pants. She felt his finger lower down, parting her lips and when he slid it inside her, a strained moan echoed in her throat.
He read her body and gave her more, just as slow, but not as gentle.
She lost control. Her hips bucked up, grinding against his mouth and she found her hands clutching his shoulders. He groaned, his free hand gripping her thigh, kneading her flesh. It was too much. His mouth. His hand. Heat coursed through her and she was on the verge of exploding. And he kept at it until she did. It was an electric force, so powerful she felt like her body was too small to contain it.
“Kevin…” It came out as a whisper. She wanted to keep all of those feelings inside her and somehow her voice got trapped there too.
He didn’t stop immediately, allowing her to ride out the last wave of pleasure.
“I love my name on your lips,” he said, lifting up onto his knees again.
He reached into his pocket and took out a condom from his wallet before standing up to strip off his jeans. The sight of him made her breath hitch. Every inch of him was hers for the night. Every rock solid inch. He was beautiful. Her eyes devoured the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach, but they got stuck on his cock. Even a stripper hadn’t prepared her for it. Hard and ready—it was exhilarating to think that she had done that to him. And as she watched him roll on the condom, she bit her lip, conflicted with equal parts of anxiety and excitement.
His body covered hers and she tensed again, feeling unsure of what to expect from tonight, from tomorrow. Yesterday they were at each other’s throats and now he was lying naked on top of her. A second ago she’d been ready for this and now she wasn’t so sure. His hand moved down between their bodies and when she felt his hard tip pressing against her entrance, she stiffened even more. His hips shifted and she stopped breathing altogether. He moved again and nothing happened.
“Jasmin,” he said, giving her an awkward smile, “you’re…you’re clenching. You need to relax, okay? Just relax…and let me in.”
Hearing him say that made her realize that it was her body’s way of trying to protect her. If she let him in, she would be letting himin. She didn’t trust him to keep her heart safe. He could hurt her so easily. But she was ready to throw caution to the wind, accept the heartbreak that would inevitably come. She wanted to experience Kevin in every glorious, disastrous form.
“Do you want me stop?” he asked.
“No…I’m…I’m just nervous and…” She felt her throat close up. “…and I’m scared.”
A rogue tear escaped her eye. He didn’t say anything about it, simply acknowledged it by kissing it off her cheek.
His hand moved over hers, holding on tight as he laced his fingers with hers. “I’m scared too…but we’re in this together, right?”
He gave no explanation for his fear and she could only assume he was afraid of the same thing she was: opening up to possibility.
She nodded and he shifted his hips again, but her body was still stiff and unyielding.
“Breathe, Jasmin.”
She did and as she exhaled, he pushed in a little deeper. The feeling was strange and a little uncomfortable as his thickness stretched her tender skin.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his own breaths coming out short and unsteady.
His hips shifted again and again, filling her completely, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she felt him go even deeper. She shut her eyes, squeezing his hand as she adjusted to the feeling of having him inside her. She waited for her body to relax and then opened her eyes to look up him.
