beautiful.
Or so well-endowed , she thought with trepidation. There was no way that thing was
going to fit inside her, at least not without a lot of coaxing. She closed her
legs, a sudden burst of insecurity racing through her.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you. Here,
scoot forward,” he said, seeming to understand her hesitation.
She frowned, wondering what he had in
mind. When he slid back onto the couch behind her, cocooning her between his
legs again, she breathed a sigh of relief. This felt safe, despite the heat of
his erection pressing into her spine. He pulled the blanket back up.
“Okay?” he whispered into her ear.
She nodded.
“Good. Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice low and raspy.
She shivered, but not with cold. He ran
his fingers down her arms, then wriggled his hand
behind her back.
“Can I undo this?” He slid a finger under
her bra strap.
She had to clear her throat to speak.
“Yeah, okay.”
He undid her bra and tossed it in front of
the fireplace.
“You smell wonderful. And you feel
gorgeous,” he said, immediately sliding his hands over her breasts.
She squirmed, simultaneously comforted and
aroused. His fingers were playing with her nipples again and the arousal that
had faded with her worry came back with a vengeance.
“I can tell you really like this.” His
thumbs flicked her nipples into aching points.
She nodded, gripping his thighs. She felt
dizzy, like she was in a plane going a thousand miles an hour. Adrenaline
rushed through her and she had to hold on tightly, trusting that he would be
there to catch her if she fell.
“ Shhh . Relax,”
he said, kissing under her ear. “I have a feeling most of the men in your life
were jerks, am I right?”
She snorted, still jumpy. “Yeah. You could say that.” She felt him smile against her
skin.
“I don’t want to be like them. I’m not
like them. Let me take care of you for a little while.” His hands slowly
caressed her breasts, then moved down her abdomen,
warm and gentle.
“I can take care of myself,” she said,
fully aware of how ridiculous she was being. She was sprawled on top of him.
They were both naked, or nearly so, in her case. The time for second thoughts
was past.
He chuckled. “I know you can. But right
now, right here, tonight, you don’t have to.” He put a hand right on her mound,
fingers slowly rubbing against the silken fabric of her panties.
She arched her spine, the pleasure making her cry out.
“Yeah, you like that,” he said. “I can
feel how wet you are.”
She nodded, letting her legs fall open. He
scraped a nail along the fabric, right over her sensitive clit. She dug her
fingers into his thigh, the pleasure shooting through her like a falling star.
She’d made so many wishes for exactly this, for a man who would treat her as
though she mattered, and now that it was happening she couldn’t believe it.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asked,
kissing her ear.
She froze for a moment, then had to laugh. She hadn’t been expecting him to ask that, though it made sense.
Guys who weren’t jerks actually cared about that kind of thing. “I had my tubes
tied a few years ago. I don’t want kids.”
His hand stopped, then resumed its slow movements. “Yeah. I can understand
that,” he said wryly.
She craned her head around, trying to see
his face. “You don’t want kids?”
He shook his head. “No. My sisters have
more than enough kids to go around. I like being an uncle.” He kissed her then,
his mouth hot and skilled.
She let herself melt into him, panting
when he tucked her head into his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.
“I won’t,” he promised, slipping his hands
back down her body. He put a finger in her panties and tugged them down. She
lifted her hips, helping him slide them off. His hands went under her ass,
spreading her open beneath the blanket. She could smell herself. A trickle of
moisture ran from her pussy
Or so well-endowed , she thought with trepidation. There was no way that thing was
going to fit inside her, at least not without a lot of coaxing. She closed her
legs, a sudden burst of insecurity racing through her.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you. Here,
scoot forward,” he said, seeming to understand her hesitation.
She frowned, wondering what he had in
mind. When he slid back onto the couch behind her, cocooning her between his
legs again, she breathed a sigh of relief. This felt safe, despite the heat of
his erection pressing into her spine. He pulled the blanket back up.
“Okay?” he whispered into her ear.
She nodded.
“Good. Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice low and raspy.
She shivered, but not with cold. He ran
his fingers down her arms, then wriggled his hand
behind her back.
“Can I undo this?” He slid a finger under
her bra strap.
She had to clear her throat to speak.
“Yeah, okay.”
He undid her bra and tossed it in front of
the fireplace.
“You smell wonderful. And you feel
gorgeous,” he said, immediately sliding his hands over her breasts.
She squirmed, simultaneously comforted and
aroused. His fingers were playing with her nipples again and the arousal that
had faded with her worry came back with a vengeance.
“I can tell you really like this.” His
thumbs flicked her nipples into aching points.
She nodded, gripping his thighs. She felt
dizzy, like she was in a plane going a thousand miles an hour. Adrenaline
rushed through her and she had to hold on tightly, trusting that he would be
there to catch her if she fell.
“ Shhh . Relax,”
he said, kissing under her ear. “I have a feeling most of the men in your life
were jerks, am I right?”
She snorted, still jumpy. “Yeah. You could say that.” She felt him smile against her
skin.
“I don’t want to be like them. I’m not
like them. Let me take care of you for a little while.” His hands slowly
caressed her breasts, then moved down her abdomen,
warm and gentle.
“I can take care of myself,” she said,
fully aware of how ridiculous she was being. She was sprawled on top of him.
They were both naked, or nearly so, in her case. The time for second thoughts
was past.
He chuckled. “I know you can. But right
now, right here, tonight, you don’t have to.” He put a hand right on her mound,
fingers slowly rubbing against the silken fabric of her panties.
She arched her spine, the pleasure making her cry out.
“Yeah, you like that,” he said. “I can
feel how wet you are.”
She nodded, letting her legs fall open. He
scraped a nail along the fabric, right over her sensitive clit. She dug her
fingers into his thigh, the pleasure shooting through her like a falling star.
She’d made so many wishes for exactly this, for a man who would treat her as
though she mattered, and now that it was happening she couldn’t believe it.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asked,
kissing her ear.
She froze for a moment, then had to laugh. She hadn’t been expecting him to ask that, though it made sense.
Guys who weren’t jerks actually cared about that kind of thing. “I had my tubes
tied a few years ago. I don’t want kids.”
His hand stopped, then resumed its slow movements. “Yeah. I can understand
that,” he said wryly.
She craned her head around, trying to see
his face. “You don’t want kids?”
He shook his head. “No. My sisters have
more than enough kids to go around. I like being an uncle.” He kissed her then,
his mouth hot and skilled.
She let herself melt into him, panting
when he tucked her head into his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.
“I won’t,” he promised, slipping his hands
back down her body. He put a finger in her panties and tugged them down. She
lifted her hips, helping him slide them off. His hands went under her ass,
spreading her open beneath the blanket. She could smell herself. A trickle of
moisture ran from her pussy
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