His body tenses behind me, his breathing changing rhythm as his heartrate rises and his cock stiffens between us. “Are you sure?”
I nod and then turn my head to look at him. “I…I need this. With you. I want this.” I swallow. “If it’s too much, I underst?—”
“It’s not,” he breathes behind me, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to give you what you need. I’d do anything for you.”
“I want to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who actually cares about me. I…I need to know what that feels like. Please.”
He’s silent as he considers my words and then clears his throat softly. “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop? If it’s too much?”
“I promise.”
He kisses my temple again and says, “Then just relax and let me take care of you.”
His hand moves with excruciating slowness up my ribcage, his fingers feathering across my skin until his palm cups my breast, warm and gentle. I gasp at the contact, arching into histouch. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and the sensation shoots straight through me like lightning.
Oh, my God!
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
“Yes,” I breathe, pressing back against him. “More than okay.”
His touch is reverent, exploring with a gentleness that makes my eyes sting with unexpected tears. When his lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, I shudder against him, my body responding in ways I’d forgotten it could. His fingers tease my nipple again, and I can’t suppress a soft moan. Behind me, his hips shift involuntarily, his erection pressing against my lower back.
“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. It’s not quite a kiss, just a whisper of contact, warm against my skin. “So soft.” His teeth graze my neck, with a pressure that makes me gasp. My back arches instinctively, pressing my breast more firmly into his palm.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispers, his voice like gravel. “So stunning.”
The words don’t trigger me this time. Not when they’re wrapped in such tenderness, spoken against my skin like a secret between us. His hand slides from my breast down the plane of my stomach, fingers splaying wide as if he wants to touch as much of me as possible.
“Can I touch you here?” he asks, his fingers hovering at the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
He eases his hand beneath the fabric, and I slowly part my legs, giving him better access. His touch is torturously gentle as he explores lower and the moment his fingers finally brushagainst my core, already slick with arousal, I nearly come undone at the first contact.
“Oh, God, Shepherd!”
“Jesus,” he groans against my neck. “You’re so wet.”
I should be embarrassed by how ready I am for him, but there’s no room for shame in the cocoon of safety he’s created around us. His fingers glide through my folds as his other hand surrounds my breast, his fingers lightly tugging at my nipple. The sensation is overwhelming and I can’t hold back my pleasured moan.
“Oooh God, Shepherd. Just like that.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he says behind me.
“You,” I tell him, gasping again at his touch. “It’s never felt like this for me before.” I reach behind me to grip his thigh, needing something to anchor me as pleasure builds low in my belly.
“Tell me how it feels,” he commands softly.
He finds my clit, circling in a way that drives me wild. My hips rock against his hand, seeking more. Each stroke sending sparks shooting through my body, building a pressure I’ve longed for.
“It feels like…” I struggle to find words as his touch moves with perfect pressure, circling where I need him most. “Like I’m floating but anchored at the same time. Like I’m melting from the inside out.”
He’s patient but purposeful, exploring what makes me gasp and sigh. When he circles my clit with just the right pressure, I clench around nothing, desperate for more.
“Oh, God, please,” I breathe, not entirely sure what I’m asking for.
“What do you need?” His voice is a warm rumble against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me what you need, Sutton.”
