Page 66 of Fang
I love hearing her use my real name. It’s like an aphrodisiac. It makes me want to rip her clothes off and make her scream it over and over again.
“I want to hear you moan my name,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her once more.
She pushes me back a little. “I have something to admit.”
“Whatever it is, I don’t care. It won’t change a thing,” I tell her.
She could have murdered a million people, and I’d still stick around. There’s nothing she could do to scare me away now.
“I’m a virgin.”
Those three words have me pausing.
She winces as she looks up at what I am sure is shock on my face.
“I know. I’m a stripper. How could I be a virgin? After watching Barbara do what she did, I couldn’t imagine trusting anyone with my body that way.”
I sit back. “Well, fuck. Am I going too fast? We can slow down.”
She grabs my hand. “I feel like this was leading to something more, and I’m not quite ready to go that far. I’m sorry.”
I cup her cheek, leaning back down to kiss her. “Don’t be sorry. This is at your pace. It wouldn’t matter if you weren’t a virgin. If you want to go slow, we go slow.”
“You don’t mind?”
I smile at her, kissing the tip of her nose. “You’re well worth the wait, little dancer.”
“Well…I don’t want to wait on everything. I like the way you make me feel. I’ve never felt this way before, and I want to explore more. With you.”
That has pride beaming in my chest. “What are you thinking?”
She shrugs. “I don’t really know, but maybe we keep going until I say stop?”
“No, not stop. You might tell me to stop when you don’t really mean it. How about Barbara? If you use her name, I will know that I need to stop immediately and comfort you.”
She nods, “Barbara it is.”
“Let me make you feel good.” I lean in, kissing her again.
I start off slow, kissing her lips and getting her back into the mood. Once her body is wiggling underneath me, I slide my hands up beneath her hoodie and shirt once more. My jacket on her has fallen open, leaving her stomach bare. Leaning down, I kiss it, making her shiver. I kiss lower and lower until I’m at the line of her pants.
Looking up, she is wide-eyed, but she isn’t stopping me yet.
“I can go up or I can go down. Which do you want?”
Her eyes flare. “Both.”
“Which aches more?” I ask.
“Down.”
I nod. Down it is.
Slowly, I unbutton her pants, giving her the opportunity to stop me. She doesn’t, though. Leaning back from her, I pull her pants and panties off, tossing them behind me on the bike. ThenI kiss each side of her thighs before settling between them. She’s shaking a little, prompting me to look up at her.
“Still okay?”
She nods. “A little nervous.”
