“Fuck.” His lips trembled with need. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.”
“I know. I trust you, Koa. Always.”
“God, baby.” Koa shimmied down so he was lying flat between my legs, his head resting on my upper thigh. His hands slid up my shirt, caressing up my sides slowly, then across my chest, fingers grazing across my nipples.
My hands found their way into Koa’s hair. It wasn’t long enough to curl them in, but I massaged his scalp, wishing I had a little something to grip.
Koa pushed my shirt up, exposing my stomach. He kissed my hip bone.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Koa asked softly.
I nodded and sat up enough so that he could pull it over my head. He tossed it to the side, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Koa’s head rested against my stomach. He kissed my belly button.
I ran my hands down his shoulders. “Can you take yours off too?”
“Of course.”
Koa knelt, shedding his shirt and tossing it next to mine. I took a moment to look at him, really look at him.
I’d seen Koa shirtless thousands of times. Touched his soft, tan skin, traced his tattoos, even slept with my head nestled in the patch of hair on his chest. I was trying to see him in a new light. I loved kissing Koa. It was a comfort I never expected. And I was curious to know what more felt like, especially if Koa kept looking at me like that, like I was his fucking world.
I drank him in, eyes trailing down his defined pecs all the way to the treasure trail that climbed below his waistband.
“C’mere. I want to touch you too, if that’s okay?”
Koa’s lips tilted up in a crooked grin. “Definitely okay.”
He crawled up and fell to the side so I had better access, his legs still entangled with mine.
It would be easy to get lost in my head. My sexuality was something so far down the list of things I thought about. I’d always found Koa attractive because duh, I had eyes, but I loved Koa for so many reasons, and him being hot barely hit the radar.
And sex. It was never something I thought about, nothing I ever felt I truly needed. But if Koa wanted it? I was happy toexplore. Though, was this even about sex? All I knew was that I wanted to touch Koa. That I wanted to feel his skin on mine.
I leaned in, kissing his pec.
Koa’s hands rubbed up and down my sides, his fingers dipping down below my waistband. He raised an eyebrow, a silent question, asking if I was okay.
I smiled softly. “Yes.”
“Perfect.”
Koa buried his face in my stomach, sucking a mark on the sensitive part of my skin between my hip and belly button. His hands sunk lower down my sweatpants, over my underwear.
“Please, Koa,” I begged, palming his chest.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He squeezed my upper thigh.
“Fuck, Koa. You know what I fucking mean.”
He kissed my jaw. “I don’t think I do. I need you to be specific, sweetheart. You’ve never asked me to touch you before.”
“I—fuck. Touch my cock. I want to know what it feels like to have your hand on me. Please.”
“As long as you’re sure. I didn’t know if you, um, liked sex.” He shifted uncomfortably, which was weird because we talked about everything.
