Page 27 of Little Paper Games
He immediately walked towards the stairs and made his way up them with me hot on his heels.
“Well, at least let me finish showering,” I insisted as we reached the top landing of the staircase.
“What do you have left to do?” he asked, turning in the hall to face me.
“I need to…” I trailed off, embarrassed.
“You need to…” he urged me on.
“Ugh, I need to shave, if you must know,” I huffed out. He only chuckled and kneeled down before me. Fuck, why wasthatso hot? He ran a hand up my calf, murmuring something indecipherable. He stood once more, without a word, and lifted my arm.
“Seems smooth as fuck to me.
Though, I honestly wouldn’t care if you shaved or not. It’s really not a thing for guys, believe it or not,” he insisted.
“Thanks, but I got that part. I just haven’t shaved my…” I trailed off, gesturing to my pussy. He had the audacity to guffaw at me.
“You think that hair on your pussy is going to deter me in the slightest? McKenna Clarke, you don’t know me at all.” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Lord have mercy.
JUDE
Ipulled her closer to me. Her standing there in two towels, one on her head and one wrapped around her frame, fresh and tinged pink from the shower, was incredible. Why women thought that getting all dolled up and fancy was the hottest thing they could do, I’d never understand. Give me a girl, fresh faced and fresh out of the shower and I’d die happy.
I reached up and took the towel from her hair carefully. When it fell forward into damp, jumbled curls, I was honestly surprised. Kenna had had this wild wavy but still a little straight shaped hair for as long as I could remember. But this was straight up curly. I threaded my fingers through her hair, softly shaking the curls out as she tipped her head back with a little sigh.
Good. I wanted her as relaxed as possible. I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a short one, but I visibly saw her shoulders relax. I leaned back, my hands on her shoulders, and smiled.
“Tonight, I want you to be as relaxed as possible. You said last night that you’d never had an orgasm that wasn’t by your own hand. Tonight, that changes. Tenfold,” I explained.
“Tenfold? Big head much?” she scoffed, rolling her big green eyes.
“Yes, tenfold,” I reiterated. I was sure of it.
“I hate to break it to you, cowboy, but I’ve only ever had three by my own hand, or toy for that matter. I know my body a hell of a lot better than you do,” she laughed off.
“Well, then let me discover it,” I murmured, my fingers toying with the damp strands of her hair. “Will you let me, Kenna? Will you let me explore you? Touch you?”
The way she almost vibrated at the words only fanned my need to please her higher. I’d been with a woman who once told me that had I been in the kink community, I’d be what’s known as a Pleasure Dom. I got off on getting my partners off. It’s how I’d always been.
“Let me show you how good it can be,” I urged. My fingers found her jaw, tilting her face up to look at me.
Those green eyes wide with insecurity and the tiniest bit of hope. Moments passed before she nodded her head.
“Good.” My hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her just a touch closer, my head leaning down to claim her lips with mine. Her lips opened on a sigh, and I breathed her in.
My tongue toyed with her, coaxing it forward to meet mine; to dance with mine. Kissing was sensual, powerful, when done right. My fingertips danced over her shoulders and down her arms until our hands clasped together.
I pulled away, placing little kisses until we finally broke apart.
“Will you let me see you, Kenna?” I asked. I wanted to make sure I had her consent every step of the way.
Picking that particular bucket list item first had been perfection. It was simple. It was easy. It would let the two of us get to know one another. I wanted to explore. It had been too long. But it would only work if Kenna was on exactly the same page.
She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, and looking back up at me again.
“Yes,” she whispered.
