“Okay, thank god I’m not the only one who’ll be nervous then,” I laughed, and she laughed with me before she settled into me, kissing me softly, sweetly, adoringly, and my head spun at how this was evenhappeningright now. She tugged on my shirt.
“Can I take this off?”
“Yes. Please.”
She undid the top button first, moving slowly, her fingertips dragging against my skin as she did, the barely-there touch of her fingernails adding an electric edge as she went down one button, and then the next, and then… all the way down to the last, where she pulled it open. The look in her eyes when she saw me in my underwear—almost pained with want, longing forme.I bit my lip, pushing my chest out.
“It’s all yours,” I whispered, and she let out a short moan.
“My god,” she whispered, and she bent down and kissed just below my navel. I whispered a breathyyesas I slipped my hand into her hair, feeling her, moving with her as she peppered kisses all over me, and she the shirt off my arms, sending it over the edge of the bed. Reached around to the clasp of my bra, and she didn’t even have to ask this time—I whisperedyes pleasebefore she said a word, and I blushed with self-conscious nerves as she took my bra off, but she looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world, and I was so addicted to the sensation that I took my panties off myself, hooking my thumbs under them.
“Can I…”
“God. Yes please.”
I felt a wild rush as I stripped the last of the fabric off my body, and she kissed me while her hands kept exploring every part of me, whispering soft noises telling me I was beautiful, I was perfect, until part of me almost started to believe it. Her hands on my breasts, fingers on my nipples, down my waist, touching my thighs—it was so different from the last time she touched me, all beautiful soft reverence and adoration, and I’d never felt so much like I was in the right place, like there was nothing that could possibly be better than this.
“Jade,” I whispered, and she looked up from kissing the top of my breast, her eyes finding mine. I bit my lip. “I want to, um… see… you.”
She hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“I’m really, really sure.”
“I haven’t shaved or anything.”
“I’m not afraid of hair,” I laughed.
“It’s been a long time. I have a full fur coat.”
“Well, I want toseeyour fur coat.”
“If you’re sure. But I can put something back on if you want. I won’t be offended,” she laughed, and she stood up, nervously fussing with her shirt as she pulled it off, looked somewhere just past me. As much as she looked sexy in a sports bra and leggings, showing off the floral tattoos she had on one bicep, she was still wearingwaytoo much clothing, and I sat up with her, pulling her leggings down. She pushed out a shaky breath when I did, looking down at me, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so sexy in my life—Jade quivering with want, looking at me like she couldn’t believe this was happening either as I took her clothes off.
I ran my hands down her legs as I pulled her leggings down—she did have hair, but I could not possibly have cared any less, and mostly I was preoccupied with the firm musculature… her legs weren’t bulky, but they felt like steel wrapped in silk, and I caressed my hands over every inch of them that I could. Pulled her leggings down to the floor, where she stepped out, one after the other, and I found myself transfixed with her, just… looking. Taking her in.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“I’m no you, but…”
“Hey. Stop that,” I laughed. “I think you’re way sexier. My god.”
“There is no way—oh, wow,” she blurted as I kissed her thigh, just next to the line of her underwear. Her hand falling on the back of my head sent me into a haze of heat, and I looked up at her as I dragged my tongue up along the soft skin of her thigh.Her eyes wide looking down at me was addictive, and I pressed an open-mouth kiss against the front of her underwear, too. She bucked her hips against me. “Alyssa—oh my god.”
“I want yousobadly,” I whispered, hooking my fingers under the band of her underwear, looking up at her for permission. She bit her lip hard, and she nodded.
“I-if you’re sure.”
“I’m very sure.” I pulled her underwear down just as she stripped her bra off over her head, and I felt my core burn at the sight of her naked, of her… of her center bare and ready for me, lightly obscured by coarse, dark hairs, glistening wet. I pressed my thighs together, and she gasped softly when I reached up and touched her, two fingers against her skin.
“I-I didn’t think it would be your turn taking the lead first.”
“Is it okay?” I laughed. “I just… can’t believe how sexy you are… and how much it turns me on.”
“I can’t believe it turns you on either.”
“Is it okay, or is it not?”
“It’s—very okay. Oh my god,” she gasped when I leaned in and pressed a kiss against her, looking up at her as I brushed my lips along her wetness. “Jesus Christ—Alyssa—holy shit. Oh my god.”
