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“It's nothing you haven't seen before,” she says with a laugh.
But I’d had her consent before. Now, I had no right to see her like that. What would she do if I...
I close the distance between us and pull her into a hug, one hand finding the small of her back, the other pressing between her shoulder blades. She’s soft, warm, and sends my pulse into overdrive.
“Hey,” she breathes out, the single word heavy with emotion, but not surprise. The world narrows, and the only things that exist are us, this room, this moment.
Sorrow, exhaustion, and something I can't place cloud the beautiful blue of her eyes, making my chest tighten. She needs comfort, stability—one of which I can’t offer her, but the other...
“Stay with me tonight?” she whispers into my ear as she tucks her chin in the curve of my neck and shoulder, still wrapped up in her arms.
“If you want me to,” I say, pressing my lips to her temple.
She pulls back, her gaze darting back and forth between mine, then lowering to my lips. Knowing what she wants, I lean in. Our lips meet, a slight brush that ignites something deeper, hungrier within me. She feels like coming home, as needed as rain after a drought, as delicious as a starving man’s first meal.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I can feel her heart beat fast against my chest, matching mine beat for beat.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“No.” That single denial is all I need to hear from her.
My hands roam her body, tracing the curves of her through the thin layer of clothing that separates us. The scent of her shampoo, something sweet and clean, like vanilla and apples, the taste of her lips, her soft curves, the quiet sounds she makes... my senses overload with her, and it’s more amazing than I remember.
My fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, trailing up bare skin as an army of goosebumps follows. I trace down the ridge of her spine, feeling her arch into me as the tickling sensation forces a reaction from her.
“Please,” she whispers, but I’m not sure what she’s asking for.
So, I go with my gut and guide her back toward her bed. My lips meet hers and there’s a desperation to her kiss now. The world fades away, along with all my reservations and guilt.
My hands continue to skim along her softness, trailing around her nipples and back down, loving the reaction of her body. Her smooth, athletic pants offer little resistance as I tug them down. She lets out a gasp, her body responsive under my touch.
“Fredrick,” she breathes out, a plea that resonates deep within me, echoing in the word.
“Shh,” I murmur against her lips, silencing her words with another kiss before trailing kisses down her chest, her belly, toward the junction between her thighs. I’m lost in her, the sweet and heat of this moment, and her soft sounds of pleasure and excitement.
My hand glides up as my lips move down and my palm pressed against her heart. The fast-thumping beat echoes mine, and I feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as I kiss the sensitive flesh between her legs.
She whimpers, her hips tilting into me as my tongue parts her, finding the spot and zeroing in with a frantic accuracy that has her lower back arching.
“Fredrick,” she whispers as her fingers thread in my hair, and my hand traces the swell of her breast to palm her. My fingertips tease the delicate bud of her nipple and she moans.
Loving the sweet and tart taste of her, I slip two fingers into her, gently pressuring that spot within as her voice rises with need and pleasure. She trembles, her body begging for release, to wash away the tensions and fears of the day, to feel normal, loved, safe, and sated.
I want to give her the release she craves, and I continue.
“Please,” she whispers, the single word unmistakable; I know what she’s begging for. And I’m not about to stop now.
Her breathing hitches, and she moves with me as I unravel her with every calculated touch. With her reactions telling me what to do, I lose myself in her pleasure, her taste, her sounds...
“Fredrick...” Her voice breaks, tension coiling tighter within her. Her pulse races under my tongue, a rhythm I echo with the movements of my tongue.
As the pressure builds, her movements become frantic. She clings to me, fingers tugging at my hair, hips tilting into my tongue, thighs wide and relaxed to allow me anything I wish. Her surrender and absolute trust have me throbbing with need. A need I’m going to ignore for now.
I peek up at her; she's beautiful like this—raw and open. Vulnerable. And it's me she's given herself to, despite everything, despite how I’d hurt and betrayed her and broke her heart so long ago.
“Fredrick, I—” The rest of her words get lost in a sound of pure pleasure as I coax her over the edge.
She shudders, her whole body tightening and relaxing, her button pulsing against my tongue as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. Her body convulses gently, gripped by her intense orgasm as I press a hand down on her belly and trail my other hand down her thigh, holding her through the pleasure.
