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“Babe, you never have to ask me that.” Shifting her slightly, he unzipped his jeans but didn't push them down his hips, then he leaned back against the couch and spread his arms out, resting them on the top of the couch, showing her with his actions he was no threat to her.
Her hand trembled slightly when she reached out, but she stroked along his length through the denim. At her touch, she felt him twitch, and she liked knowing that he responded to her touch.
That her touch could bring pleasure.
Pleasure, not pain, that was what touch was supposed to give.
Increasing the pressure, she stroked him until he was bulging against his jeans, and she realized she wanted more. When she reached up to slip her hand inside his pants, Christian grasped her wrist.
“You don’t have to, baby, we can stop right there.”
“I want to,” she said firmly.
“Can I put my hands here?” he asked,placing his palms against her thighs.
For a second her pulse increased.
His fingers brushed her inner thighs, so close to her center.
It’s Christian, she reminded herself.
He would never hurt you.
“Yes,” she whispered breathily. Sensing his doubt, she slipped her hand inside his jeans, shoved aside his boxers, and claimed him. He was hot, hard, and big against her palm, and she could feel him pulsing.
Focus on this.
On the here and now.
Forget everything else.
You're safe with Christian.
Always.
Her pep talk was enough to keep her touching him, stroking him, watching his face as he watched hers. Knowing he was examining her closely for signs of distress even as he felt pleasure building inside him wrapped her in the sweetest sense of protective love.
No matter what, Christian would always be looking out for her. Putting her needs above his own.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but in this moment, her love for him grew.
Increasing her speed and the pressure of her hand, Lila stroked him until he came apart, his hips thrusting into her hand as he came all over her.
Marking her.
Claiming her.
Making her irrevocably his.
“Can I touch you, honey? Just through your clothes,” he added when she hesitated.
“Yes.”
“You say the word and I stop.”
“I know. I trust you.”
He held her gaze as his fingers drifted to her center, stroking her through her clothes. Lila shut everything else out of her mind, focused only on the fact that this was Christian, she was safe in his home, and if it became too much all she had to do was say the word and he’d stop.
