I straighten and pull the neckline of her T-shirt lower to kiss her collarbone. Her skin is warm and soft and perfect.
“Just so you know, there might be something wrong with me. I’m not good with intimacy,” she says, almost defiantly, but her voice trembles. “Physical or emotional.”
“Who told you that?”
She shrugs but doesn’t look me in the eye. “It’s something I learned I guess.”
“I’ll teach you a new lesson.” I kiss the side of her neck close to her ear. “And if someone made you believe that they’re a fucking liar because there’s not a damn thing wrong with you.”
I kiss her lips slowly, tenderly, a kiss filled with longing from all the notes I wrote to her in high school but never gave to her. It’s a kiss filled with hope that we’ll have a future together.
I slip my hands beneath her shirt and then guide it over her head. Her nipples are pebbled, pushing against the thin lace of her bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, lowering one of the cups. I expose her perfect tit. Seeing her like this for the first time takes my breath away. I duck my head, taking the nipple into my mouth.
She moans.
“Let’s get this off of you.” I reach around her to unclasp her bra.
Stormy pulls the straps down her arms, tosses it aside and then takes my shirt off. She rests her palms against my skin, her fingers rhythmically stroking me. “Did you bring a condom in with you?”
“Several, but that part isn’t on the horizon yet.”
“Then what is?”
“I’ll show you.” I unbutton her shorts and she lets them drop to her ankles.
Through her barely-there panties, I can see she’s wet for me.
Kneeling before her, I take one side of her panties between my teeth and lower it.
“Kannen,” she says, drawing my name out.
I work the other side down and as I’m taking them off, I kiss the inner skin of her knees. Then I move up to her thighs and press my lips there, taking a second to suckle the skin, careful not to leave a lasting mark.
She gasps and I look up at her.
“I want to pleasure you. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
Her face reddens. “Ah…I…”
And then I understand that she has a hard time saying what she wants and needs because she’s never been a priority. That pisses me the hell off. Who treated the wonder of Stormy like that?
When she doesn’t tell me what she prefers, I say, “How about we do both?” I ease a finger into her wetness, and my cock gets harder than I ever thought possible. I’m desperate to be inside her, but not as desperate as I am to show how I feel.
She bites her lip, then makes an appreciative mmm sound.
“Do you like that?”
“Very much.”
“Then have some more.” I add a second finger and slowly pump both in and out. Her wetness coats my fingers. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?”
Her eyes widen. “Kannen…”
I suck the taste of her from my fingers. “Now I don’t have to wonder. You definitely do. Let me watch you shake, darlin’.”
She quivers when I slide my thumb across her clit.
