Shaking my head, I force a smile. “Sorry.”
“Is it your entire body? Or is it an eye contact thing? Do you want me to just peek and then turn my back?”
This woman wants to give me what I need without any resentment in her tone. She wants me to take her, and she wants to keep me in my comfort zone.
“You can look as long as you want, Yellow Crayon.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I will be, but I want you to see me. I don’t want you to have to imagine me from just touch.”
She smiles up at me, and I want more than just this moment with her. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
“Afterward, do you want me to go back to my room?”
Her room? Even the idea of not having her beside me as I sleep makes me angry. “No.”
Never again.
Tilting her head, she studies me. And for the first time, I don’t feel the buzzing beneath my skin I can’t handle. “You want me to sleep in here?”
“I’m breaking all my rules for you, Yellow Crayon. When we’re done making each other come, we’re going to… cuddle.”
Her eyes widen, as does her smile, and her breathing picks up. Watching her small tits rising and falling rapidly while her nipples turn to pebbles beneath the soft fabric confirms it: I want this.
“Can I take my clothes off now and show you what you’ve been taking?”
Nodding, she bites her lower lip and watches with anticipation as I peel off my shirt. She’s so damn adorable and sexy at the same time. I don’t know how I ever thought I’d be able to resist her.
She’s my complete opposite. The sunshine to my rainy skies.
And the person I need most in my life.
My erection tents in my boxers, and I step out of them, my cock springing up to point at her. Her mouth opens in a gasp, and I itch to know what her mouth feels like. Those soft, luscious lips wrapped around my dick…
Swallowing, she shifts to slip off her panties before pulling her shirt over her head. I lie on the bed, taking in the sight of her naked, and I lick my lips. She’s perfect.
Small but supple tits with hard, pink nipples. A flat tummy with a landing strip to her fun zone. But then my eyes land on the small tattoo on her hip, and I can’t tear my gaze away.
All I want to do is take away all her pain. Whatever happened to earn that Medusa head never should have happened. And if whoever did this to her is still alive, I’ll kill him with my bare fucking hands.
“Don’t look at it,” Phoebe says, her voice soft but husky.
“It’s hard not to.”
“Can I… Can I touch you?”
That works. Giving her a nod, I smirk. “Baby, you can do just about anything you want.”
“Anything?”
Her pink tongue slides along the seam of her lips, and my breathing hitches. “Anything.”
Phoebe kneels at my left hip, our bodies forming a perfect right angle. Bending forward, she slowly kisses along the scar on my chest. It begins at my left shoulder and slices down below my right pec. A continuation of my cheek.
The kisses burn as I think about how we got here, but I can’t tear my eyes away. I can only stare at her, mesmerized.
Small hands take hold of me, and I moan, no longer thinking about the burn of my skin. It takes all my strength not to thrust up into her hands to pick up the pace while she strokes in slow motions.
