Closing my eyes, I tip my head back. Partly so Chase thinks I’m enjoying this, but also so I can think without his eyes boring into me or making me more insecure.
Coconuts! That’s it, spell coconuts with my hips.
Taking a minute to think through my motions and orient myself, I rock my hips a few more times to find a good starting point. I lean my weight to the right before swiveling my hips forward towards his chest, then to the left and back in a semi-circle arch to draw the letter “C” with my hips.
That doesn’t feel too bad. The motion of his dick inside me felt nice too.
Moving onto the next letter, I circle my hips in a large circle. I jerk a little quickly and it comes out jagged, but it was a good enough “O”. I’m very disconnected and uncoordinated in this spelling.
With my eyes screwed shut, I give myself another mental pep talk.Get your shit together and make this flow better. Another “C” and then an “O” again. I can do this. Try to make it cursive.
Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his lower abs to give me more leverage before I start again. He’s quiet, which scares me, but he’s also not pushing me and I’m more afraid of opening my eyes and reading the questions in his. Or worse, him saying he hates this. I am not the same woman he slept with on that island and it shows.
I don’t dare open my eyes and look at him as I repeat the first “C” and “O” of coconuts. My hips rocks slightly and then I move through the c-o-c-o. Thankfully, that time it was much smoother, and I was able to relax into it. But now, I’m stuck.
How the fuck am I supposed to do an “N”? I guess I’ll just move back the other way. Counterclockwise and then buck up and over the abs. Okay, here goes.
I sit up a little and yank my hips to the left in the counter-clockwise motion, then arch back and lift my hips in the front to make the curve of the “N”.
“Ow, fuck.” My eyes pop open at his curse and I freeze. That wasn’t an “I’m enjoying this” fuck. That sounded more like I hurt him.
“Are you okay?” I start to dismount but he grips my hips and holds me still. Oh god, please don’t let me have broken his dick. I’ve read about that. We cannot go to the emergency room together—attached or separate—with his dick broken because of me. Christ, I can see the headlines already.
He clears his throat and sits up. His dick still feels intact to me, but I could be wrong. What does a broken dick even feel like? He wraps his arms around my waist, bringing us chest to chest.
“I love the feel of you,” he murmurs softly before pecking my lips. His hands trail up and down my back in a soothing motion. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Humor laces his tone, though he doesn’t outright laugh.
Oh god. What if I’ve ruined this? What if it’s not broken and he’s just gone soft now?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Again, I try to get off of him, but he holds me firmly. The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile breaks through.
“Don’t laugh at me.” I bury my face in my hands.
“It’s kinda hard not to, Princess, when you were treating my cock like a joystick in a video game you have no idea how to play.”
“Let me go.”
“Just wait. Talk to me. What happened?” He pulls my hands from my face and they fall into my lap.
“I don’t know. I walked in here all false bravado and got onmy knees for you, but when you asked me to get on top my brain started working in overdrive.”
“About what?” He soothes his palms over my thighs.
“Not knowing what to do. How to make you feel good.”
“Anything you do feels good. Just touching you is enough for me. Was that all?” I shake my head. “Do you want to tell me or do you want me to guess?”
“It’s stupid.”
“Okay, let me guess. That big, beautiful brain of yours started questioning what you were doing here. Wondering what this was and what it means outside of this room.”
“How did you know?”
“We may not have known each other long, Bree, but I pay attention. I feel like I know you. You never want to be a burden to your friends or anyone else. You don’t want to appear weak or vulnerable. You’re the smartest person in the room with a drive to succeed that often results in you sacrificing yourself and your needs.”
“Pretty accurate.”
“What do you need right now? Do you want to stop?”
