It’s the only thing that gives me the courage to ask another person for what I want:
“Can you touch me?” I whisper.
Taking one of his hands, I draw it down to the apex between my thighs. “Here.”
Sitting as I am Kovan doesn’t have a great view, but even when his finger barely touches me my breath hitches.
He glances up at my face. I don’t know what he sees there, but his gaze goes focused.
And then Kovan starts methodically taking me apart.
It’s likeheis hyper-fixated on figuring out exactly what touch will bring me the most pleasure, and since him touching me atalllike this is already a dream he does not have to work hard.
But he does.
Slowly, tentatively, then bolder and surer as he becomes more confident, cataloguing my every gasp and jerk until I am soaking and aching in an unreasonably quick time considering we’ve never had sex before and he’s maybeneverhad sex—
And then he slides a finger into me while continuing to stroke and I stop breathing.
“Tasa?”
That low, sexy voice, still, always checking with me.
I shiver at the sound, and that moves his finger inside me, and abruptly I can’t take it anymore.
I lift myself up off his hand and take hold of his hard length, running my thumb over the leaking precome as he hisses.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
No doubts. No fears.
“Then take what you want from me,” Kovan tells me.
And wonder of wonders, I do.
I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down.
I’m plenty wet—I don’t think I haveeverbeen this wet, which under other circumstances I might be embarrassed about but not with him, and that’s the difference—but still tight.
So I take him little by little, working onto his length as I pant.
Then Kovan touches my clit again and I clench around him for a second, and then my legs simply fall open wider.
“Good?” he asks me in a tight voice, circling my clit as I tremble.
“So good,” I whisper.
Kovan bucks involuntarily at my words, and I only then really take notice of how still he’s been holding himself for me. His jaw is clenched tight, his ab muscles stark with tension with the effort of making sure I have all the time I need to do what I want.
I take a breath and sink down further. “Move.”
His gaze flicks up to mine, a dark question.
“Move, Kovan,” I demand.
And this time, he does, thrusting up into me as I let out a strangled cry. My muscles clamp around him, but he keeps circling, keeps moving, and moments later he’s seated fully within me.
I want to revel in that feeling, of being so full of him, all the power of him inside me and beneath me, butIam not the sage of resolve with perfect fucking discipline and now that we’ve started I can’t stop.
