“No, you did nothing wrong. I’m scared. I’ve…I….a man…” she stepped all over her tongue.
He stood and pulled her close, fighting the desire to crush her against him. “Don’t cry, my beauty.”
She tightened her hold around his neck. Standing on tiptoes, her breath tickled his neck as she planted sweet kisses.
He took her hand in his and brought her back to her couch. Sitting facing her, he took her cheeks between his hands. “I’d be content to kiss you for days.” His scorching lips pressed against hers once more.
Gwen’s body warmed beneath his touch. Her fingers ran through his hair as she moaned at the bristles of his beard stimulating her skin.
He continued to kiss her, his mouth lingering on hers. His tongue followed, slipping into her mouth. Shivers of delight reverberated between them.Gliding his tongue over her teeth, he tickled her sensitive palate. Their tongues dueled before he withdrew his to kiss from the corners of her mouth to the rim of her ear.
“Sweet,” he said as he nibbled the tender tissue of her earlobe.
Gwen pursued him with her mouth, pressing her lips against the hollow of his throat and along his tracheotomy scar. “Troy…” his name drifted into the air.
He slid a warm hand over her blouse. “Talk to me, Gwendolen.”
Gwen struggled. He knew what happened. She was in love with him; she had to trust him. Her hands pulled at the edge of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She wore a simple pink lace bra.
“May I?” He ran his finger along her shoulder.
She could only manage a whisper. “I’m scared…I don’t want to lose you. I’m ugly.”
“You’re not losing me, and you could never be ugly. I can stop. We can kiss and cuddle.”
Her eyes teared up.“I’d like to try.”
“Okay.” Troy reached behind her, freeing the hooks along her back. He slid the straps down her upper arms, placing gentle kisses along each clavicle, sliding her bra down further until she was exposed to him.
“You’re beautiful.” He lifted each breast in a hand and let his thumbs rub circles along her silky skin. “Tell me if you can’t feel something, and I’ll adjust.”
Her breasts were scarred and without nipples, but he only saw his beauty.
He sensed she was afraid that him knowing her story would leave him horrified. With every kiss, he cared for her more. Following his instincts and her breathing, he placed chaste kisses in circles around each breast. When he reached the sensitive skin underneath, she arched up, demanding more contact. He smiled against her skin as he realized she could feel him. His mouth grew relentless. She writhed against him, crying out.
“Are you okay?”A shiver of concern ran through him. With his hand spread across her belly, he lifted his head and watched her.
* * *
Despite the visiblescars from surgery and torture, the warmth of his hand and the look in his eyes made her feel safe and loved.Is this love?
“Yes,” she husked, running her hands over his chest. Could she, should she lift his shirt?
He wrapped his hands over hers. “Now, it’s about you, my beauty,” he said, his voice strained.
She gripped his face and kissed him with the emotion of the moment. “Troy, I’m a fraud there too. I… the cuts…the plastic surgery.”
He leaned over her, his eyes locked with hers. “Partners. Together.”
He kissed her softly as he unlatched her belt, and with a deliberate slowness, he slid her pants down with her panties, kissing along her thigh to her ankle, then tossing her shoes and socks away before he suckled each toe. He nuzzled, licked, and kissed the scarred bottoms of her feet. His mouth rose to explore her legs, avoiding the scabbed dog bite, until he met the juncture of her thighs. His beard peppered her sensitive skin as he kissed her.
Primal nature took over. Gwen parted her knees, her body winding like a violin string. His hands moved up her torso, and she hissed as she felt the first touch of his tongue. “Oh, my God,” she cried. Could I feel all along?
Her fingers plunged into his hair. He seemed to be on fire. Her thinking became clouded with every long sweep of his tongue. She lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, her outer petals warming at his persistence. Sliding his hands down, he spread her labia, his tongue swirling against her flesh. Every touch seemed to be planned, his lips surrounding her surgeon-repaired bud as a finger rimmed the opening to her core. Using his saliva to dampen her, he slowly pressed a finger inside her.
Gwen fixed her eyes on him until she couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the spiraling pleasure. Her hips took on a life of their own, rhythmically seeking the thrust of his finger. She moaned as he joined the one finger with a second. The room began to spin electric white as his hand rotated inside her.
“Let go, my beauty.” His finger nudged an area she didn’t know existed, and she was pushed over the edge, surrendering all ability to think.
