“I love the way you smell,” she whispers in my ear, and goosebumps erupt on my entire body.
Her fingers trail around me to open my bra, and I let her.
She slides it off, just as sensual as she has been touching me, leaving no room for any of my thoughts to arise.
One of her hands cups my breast, swirling a single finger around my nipple until it erupts. She leans down and trails with her tongue around it. I gasp. Not because my nipple is stimulated, but because of the way she does it.
The sensuality is one thing, but what opens me up is the fact that she leaves me without a question mark. She desires me, and there is nothing wrong with me.
She kisses her way up my chest, to my collarbone, hits a spot that goes straight into my core, and when I shiver from it, she grins against my skin.
She kisses further. Up to my ear, where she nibbles on my earlobe.
“You feel so wonderful underneath my touch,” she whispers. And my body swoons in a way I had yet to experience.
Suddenly, she grasps my head. She cups my face and kisses me longingly. Demandingly. Consumingly.
My lips part in the wild embrace, and her tongue meets mine.
I don’t know what to do with my hands.
And for just one brief second, my mind turns on.
What am I doing here?
She—
But before I can even end the thought, she pauses the kiss and whispers against my lips.
“Put your hands on my chest. Touch me.”
My breathing flattens as the nervousness spreads through me. It feels wrong—I don’t touch people.
She lets go of my face with one hand and grasps my wrist—guiding my hand slowly onto her chest.
My palm touches her unbelievably soft skin, and the sensation it causes in me takes my breath away.
She leans with her forehead on mine as she looks me in the eyes. She guides my hand over her body.
She knows so much about me that it scares me. But fear isn’t something I can feel right now. There is the heated touch, electrifying my skin.
She guides my hand down her side, over her ass, to her thigh, and from there to to the front and her inner thigh.
My cheeks burn as she guides my hand between her legs.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath as I feel the heat between her legs.
She moves her hand over mine.
There is nothing for me to think about.
She shows me what she wants.
I can finally turn off my mind entirely.
I don’t have to think.
Because she guides me.
