"Don't you dare." I put my hands on his chest and let instinct guide me, gently sliding them over the smooth ridges and valleys.
I'd never touched a man like this before.
Were his nipples as sensitive as mine were?
Would he like me to kiss them as I wanted him to kiss mine?
I leaned and pressed my lips to one hard nubbin while rubbing my finger over the other.
When he groaned and threw his head back, I got bolder and pinched it lightly.
He hissed, gripping my wrists and pulling my hands off him. I panicked that I'd done something wrong, but then he just said, "My turn."
I wanted to sayyes, please, finally, but I still clung to some remnants of self-respect and just nodded my consent.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he pulled it off and tossed it all the way to Shovia's bed, and then without much preamble, he swooped me in his arms, laid me down on the bed, and looked at me with such hunger that for a moment I was tempted to cover my breasts even though I still had my bra on, and there wasn't much to see.
It wasn't the lacy kind that Shovia liked to wear, but Alar still gazed at me as if I were stark naked before him.
Suddenly, that was exactly what I wanted, and without giving it much thought, I reached behind my back, unhooked the bra, and removed it in one swift motion.
I must have shocked Alar into a stupor or maybe my naked breasts had done that, because he seemed transfixed, staring atthem with such burning desire that they seemed to swell for him, aching for his touch.
He murmured something that sounded like a curse or a compliment, I wasn't sure.
"Perfect," he finally said something coherent. "Beautiful."
I waited for him to touch me, to kiss me all over and relieve that pulsing ache, but instead he yanked my pajama bottoms down, lifting me slightly to tug them all the way off.
"I have to see all of you."
I still had my panties on, and they too were nothing special, but right now I feared they revealed how excited I was, and although it was nothing to be embarrassed about, I didn't know how Alar would react, and that made me a little uneasy.
Thankfully, he was still transfixed by my breasts, so he probably hadn't noticed. When he finally leaned down and put his arms on either side of my waist, I involuntarily arched my back, and when he lowered his head and kissed one of my stiff nipples, I bit my lower lip to stifle the cry of relief.
This was so much better than what I had imagined when I had pleasured myself.
There was no comparison.
When he closed his lips over the other nipple and sucked, I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging his head closer and holding him to me.
I didn't want him to stop.
Then his hand slipped into my panties, and I tensed. Not because I didn't want him to touch me there, but because I was already so wet for him. What would he do when he realized that I didn't need much preparation? Would he assume that I was ready?
I wasn't.
Maybe my body was, but I was scared.
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ALAR
"Of all the paths I walked, she was the destination every step.
Whispered in the wind, a quiet pull through storm and dust, a vow my soul obeyed."
—Unknown Poet.
