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"What are you confused about?"
"Wanting my brother's girlfriend. Wanting you. Wanting to fuck you. Wanting to take care of you. It's not who I am."
"You want me?" I’d guessed he did, but I wanted confirmation.
"I do."
He took my hand and slid it down his body. He put my hand on his erect cock and squeezed. He was wearing boxer shorts, and he felt full and warm as I stroked him.
"Fuck yeah," he murmured. "Can you feel how much I want you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was shy and unsure.
"I'll find out." He slid a hand between my thighs. My shorts were loose, and his hand was on naked pussy. "So, wet." He slid a finger in, and I flinched. "And so fucking tight."
I tugged at the elastic of his shorts and touched him skin to skin. He was silk and velvet. This was the first penis I'd touched in my life. I stroked him, and he groaned.
"I don't want to come in your hands, darlin'."
The idea thrilled me. "Would that be so bad?"
He thrust his finger inside me, and I gasped. He did it again and again. His finger found my clitoris, and as I massaged him, he kept pressure on me.
I felt the top of his cock grow wet, and I circled the head.
"Taste me," he growled.
I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I gathered some of the liquid, and brought it to my lips. He watched and his breathing became erratic, his fingers on me insistent.
"How do I taste, baby?"
"Salty," I murmured.
He bent to kiss me. He then brought the hand that had been at my pussy to my lips and coated them in my fluids. He kissed me again. This time, he stroked his tongue into my mouth, licking, tasting, plundering.
"I want your hands on me," he ordered. "Make me come."
I knew what a hand job was, though I'd never given one before. What if he found me lacking? Sudden fear clawed through me. I stiffened.
"Shh." He immediately could feel the change in my body. "What happened?"
"I don't know what to do," I confessed.
"About what, darlin'?"
"How to use my hand."
He gazed at me and nodded. "I'll teach you."
"Okay."
He took his shorts off, and then pulled my tank top over my head. He then peeled off my pajama shorts. I didn't stop him. I wanted this. I wanted him. This was my last night at the ranch, and I wanted to know what it felt like to make love with a man I was in love with. Maybe I'd never get another chance to fall in love. I knew it didn't happen all the time. I knew it was rare and precious. I'd loved no one in my whole life except Yasmine. And now Rowan. What a bereft life it had been, but now it was like all the colors of the rainbow were within reach.
He pushed away the covers, and turned on the bedside lamp.
