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We spend the rest of the picnic chatting, but I don't leave my spot on his lap, and I'm sad when I no longer feel him hard against me.
All these feelings and sensations are overwhelming, and I worry that I might be too inexperienced to handle them. One thing is certain, though. I have a safe haven now and all the time in the world to find myself. All thanks to Brock Masters.
Chapter 7
Savannah
The day has been full of emotions and new sensations, and I'm exhausted. As soon as we get home, I head in to shower and change into one of the cute pajamas I bought on our shopping spree the day we met. It's a simple cami and shorts, but the fabric is so soft against my skin that it almost tingles.
That gets me thinking about Brock's kisses and how my body reacts with every touch of his. I look at myself in the mirror and see a woman I don't recognize. I've changed in just these past few days. Discovering my sexuality is a big part of it.
I place my hands over my breasts, feeling how full they are. My thumbs go back and forth over the curves, and I feel my nipples react to the attention. What would it feel like for Brock to kissand lick my breasts? That mouth of his is so talented, I bet he'd have me whimpering again in no time.
My hands go down my body, and I imagine it being Brock's hands doing this instead of mine. When I reach my shorts, I hesitate. Should I explore? Should I give myself to the fantasy of having Brock touch me everywhere?
I decide that yes, that's what I want, and let one hand go inside my shorts. I'm not sure what to do, so I let my body and my feelings guide me. I tease that vulnerable spot between my legs, and my mouth opens with the new sensations.
My fingers run through my slit and I realize I'm wet again, like I was when Brock kissed me with such abandon. I let my fingers slide through the slick juice and tease myself. A moan comes out of me, and I hear something behind me.
I open my eyes – I don't know when I closed them – and look in the mirror. Brock is reflected there, mouth open, and if I'm correct, hard as steel. We're both in shock, and no one moves for a minute. Our eyes are locked in a gaze through the reflection in the mirror.
Brock walks behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. I love how expressive his dark onyx eyes can be, and I know he wants me more than anything right now.
"What were you doing, princess?"
"I…you make me feel things when you kiss me."
"That's the normal response of your body."
"Is that your assessment as a doctor?"
"This is the man talking, and watching you touch yourself was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
"I'd rather it be you touching me."
"We'll both do it. Come to the bed."
He pulls me towards the bed, and before I lie down, he carefully takes my PJs off. I know I'm supposed to be shy about being naked in front of him, but the opposite is true. I feelemboldened and full of mischief. I want to learn everything he has to teach about being intimate with another person.
I watch in awe as he takes off his own clothes. His body is chiseled, tanned, and just perfect. I want to bite him and lick him from head to toe. To my dismay, he keeps his boxer shorts on. I wanted to see everything. I will myself to be patient and allow him to guide me onto the bed.
When I'm lying down, I look up at him and wonder if we'll keep this heat between us throughout our married life. Brock sits down beside me and strokes my hair. He's being so gentle as if he doesn't want to spook me.
The thing is, I'm not going anywhere. This is exactly where I want to be.
"Touch your breasts, princess."
"But…"
"Do it, for me, please."
I look into his expectant face and immediately relent. My hands move to my breasts, and I caress them tenderly. They fit well in my hand, and my lower body responds immediately to my touch.
"How does that feel?"
"It feels good, and it's making me wet."
"Good, don't stop. Maybe play with your nipples."
