I glide my hand down her stomach, slipping my fingers under the hem of her top, moving them up her soft silky flesh. Her breathing becomes exaggerated, and I keep my eyes on hers as my fingers reach the underside of her breasts. “Is this okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants, and a smile tugs up the corners of my mouth.
I gulp back my fear as my hands aim higher, skimming over her tits, my fingers brushing the hard tips of her nipples.
“More,” she says, her voice firmer this time.
Our eyes meet, and I read everything she’s conveying. Blood rushes south, and I’m hard as steel in my pants. She sits up, lifting her arms, and I remove her top, tossing it on the floor by the bed. She lies back down, her hair spreading out around her like a halo, and my eyes roam her bare upper torso. Her tits are perfect handfuls. Small, soft mounds with neat, rosy nipples. The marks on her delicate skin are like battle scars—scars she wears more proudly now.
To me, they represent strength. Survival.
To Selena, they’ve always served as a reminder of a past she longs to forget.
Before, she would only let me touch her in the dark, so this is new. And further proof of how far along the road my girl has traveled. She is so strong. So brave. So inspiring.
“You’re beautiful, Selena,” I whisper, rubbing my thumbs back and forth across her nipples. Slowly, I bend down and take one puckered tip into my mouth. I lick the tight nubs with feather-soft brushes of my tongue, gently sucking, being careful not to be too hard or too rough, and I keep my eyes on her at all times. The second this stops being enjoyable, I will retract.
“Keanu.” Her whisper is a desperate plea, and I arch a brow. “I’m aching for you.” She bites down on her lip, spearing me with a silent command.
“What do you need, baby?” I ask, caressing her tits, trying to stop my rock-hard cock from poking a hole through my cotton pajama pants.
“Touch me down there,” she says, and I almost tumble off the bed in shock.
I’ve never properly touched her pussy because the one and only time I tried to finger her, she broke down sobbing, and I never tried again. Nerves rattle my bones, and I’m not sure about this at all. “I want to, but are you sure, baby?” I clasp her face in my palms. “There is no rush.”
“I need you, Keanu,” she pleads. “And I promise if it hurts or I don’t like it I’ll tell you to stop, but I want you to try.”
My heart is galloping around my chest and blood rushes to my ears as I peel back the covers, gripping the sides of her sleep shorts and pulling them down her long, lean legs. I spread her thighs ever so gently and start kissing my way up her leg, starting at her ankle. I alternate my gaze between her leg and her face, looking for any signs she’s uncomfortable, but by the way she’s writhing and mewling I know there is only pleasure. My heart surges with strong emotion as I kiss my way up her legs until I’ve reached her heavenly place.
I brush my fingers against her lace-covered core in a barely there touch, and she almost bucks off the bed. My eyes beseech hers.
“Please don’t stop. This feels too good.”
Encouraged by her words, I bring my mouth down, kissing her over her flimsy panties.
A guttural moan filters through the air, and I peel her panties away, leaving her exposed to me. I part her pussy lips, gently stroking her with my tongue, licking a quick line along her slit, watching her reaction carefully. I continue licking and stroking her with my tongue, and when she cries out for more, I suction my mouth over the bundle of nerves, sucking deep. I want to insert my fingers inside her, but I’m afraid, so I use my tongue to bring her to orgasm instead.
Her body bucks and thrashes as her climax consumes her body, and I keep my mouth on her, all the time watching for any signs I should stop. But there is no evident discomfort or upset, and my heart surges with joy at the obvious pleasure on her face.
I did that.
I put that look there.
And I want to continue doing it. To continue giving her pleasure. To show her how good it can be between us.
When her body quiets down, and I’ve milked every last drop of her arousal, I crawl up beside her, tugging the covers over us. “Was that okay?” I croak, stroking my fingers through her hair.
“Keanu.” Her eyes open as she clutches on to me, and then, she starts crying.
Everything locks up inside me.
What the fuck have I done?
“Selena, I’m so sorry. I—”
She shakes her head, tears leaking out of her eyes. “Don’t,” she says. “Don’t apologize.” She presses her mouth softly and sweetly against mine, and I taste the salty tears on her lips. “That was the most amazing feeling ever.” She smiles through her tears, beaming at me, looking at me with so much adoration it feels like I could conquer mountains. “You just gave me my first orgasm, and it was everything, Keanu.Everything.”
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