Page 61 of Love Unspoken

"You work out."

"So do you, babe. Those abs are fucking hot."

Couldn't he see my scars? Did he need prescription glasses? What was wrong with his eyesight?

He laid down next to me, on his side, propped up on his elbow. He traced a nipple, and I started to hyperventilate.

"Naya."

I couldn't say anything; I stared at his finger, making my nipple hard.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

That was like a bucket of cold water. I closed my eyes.

"No. You don't do that. You look at me and you talk to me," he insisted, his fingers opening my eyes.

"I haven't."

I saw nothing but calm on his face. He wasn't pitying me, looking at me in disgust or anger. He was smiling, and it soothed me.

"Never?"

I shook my head. "I made out in high school with some guys, but you remember I was shy and then the accident…and…."

He moved down my body, and I felt his breath against my pussy. "Open wide, babe."

"What?"

He parted my thighs. I trimmed my pubic hair, but no way was I ever going to go to a place where they'd wax. I knew women these days went bare. Did he want that?

"So beautiful," he murmured, stroking my labia.

My hips moved restlessly. He was arousing me. I didn't think it would be possible, but he was.

"You okay?" he asked; his eyes were hooded, aroused, his jaw tight.

"What's happening?" I asked, confused.

He slid a finger inside me, and I gasped.

"Fuck, Naya. You're so goddamn tight."

"Amias."

"I know, baby. I know," he murmured softly, watching me as he pumped his finger in and out of me. "You're so wet. So soft. Is it okay if I taste you?"

I wasn't stupid. I knew what that meant, but I couldn't let him do that, could I?

"Please don't," I whimpered.

He smiled gently, pulled his finger out, and brought it to his mouth. I watched in fascinated horror as he sucked his finger, his cheeks getting ruddy. "You taste so good. I need more."

He inserted two fingers inside me, and my eyes closed, my head thrown back. I'd never had sex, but I had a vibrator. A rabbit. I had had it inside me while its ears stroked my clit, making me come. But it didn't compare to what was happening now, here, with Amias.

"Is it too much, Naya?" His voice was strained, hoarse. "Please look at me so I can see you're okay."

I opened my eyes with effort and my breath was coming out in short gasps. I was so close to an orgasm. He inserted a third finger, and my hips moved into his hand.