He must feel it too. I can see it in his expression when we break apart for a second. He looks at me like we just cross another invisible line together.
Then he leans in again. His lips are now brushing over my throat, so softly I almost doubt it’s happening. He kisses a little lower, at the base of my neck.
Then my chest.
Then the curve of my shoulder.
His hand rests over the other side of my chest. He watches me. He’s checking. Waiting for the tiniest sign I want him to stop.
I don’t give him one. I don’t want him to stop. His hand’s at the waistband of my sweats.
"Should I keep going?"
Jesus.
I should be nervous. I should be overthinking this. Why am I not overthinking this?
"You don’t need to ask."
He pauses. "I do. Trust me. Should I keep going?" he asks again.
"Yeah. Keep going." And he does. In one smooth motion, he tugs everything down.
I’m half naked, again. It should feel awkward but it doesn’t. I’m too busy trying to figure out how the hell I’m this okay with it. I’m not just okay. I’m calm.
Maybe it’s because it’s him. Or maybe it’s because I want it so bad it’s tipping into need. His hands settle on my thighs. He shifts between them and my legs open a little.
Okay, yeah, there’s a tiny flicker of panic, but not the bad kind. It’s not fear, it’s more ‘like holy shit this is really happening and I have no idea what I’m doing but I wanna know.’
I wanna know what it feels like.
I wanna know whathefeels like.
"You good?" he murmurs.
I nod. Then I shake my head. "No. I mean—yes. Yes, I’m very good. Just a bit nervous."
He smiles. "I’ve got you," he says. "You trust me?"
I answer without thinking. "Yes."
His hand slides lower between my thighs. I spread them more, instinctive, like I’m giving him something.
Like Iwantto be opened. Because I do. My heart is a mess in my chest.
I’ve never done this. Never even touch myself like that.
Not there.
It always felt… too much. Too intimate. Too foreign. But now, with him, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
He leans down and kisses me, soft at first, then deeper. His tongue touches mine and it distracts me just enough that when his fingers finally slip lower, between my cheeks, I gasp into his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to watch me. "You okay?"
My voice is thin. "Yeah. Just… go on."
He chuckles. I smile. He grabs the lube.
