Page 180 of Small Town Firsts
He pulled my arms away. “No one has ever touched you here?” He skimmed the back of his hand along the swells of my breasts. The bra was too flimsy to really hold me in, but it went with the dress. And like the dress, the sheer factor was very in his face at the moment. He circled his fingertip around my nipple. “No one has sucked on these?”
I swallowed as I swayed on my feet. “I’m not a complete nun.”
He peeled back the nude colored nylon and hissed. “Did he know to touch you like this?” He tugged my nipple with his first two fingers until the skin stretched a twinge past pleasure into pain before he let it go.
My nipple tightened even more and the quick rush of blood under the dark rose flesh made me gasp. “No.”
He reached around me and unsnapped the bra and eased it over my shoulders, then set it with my dress on the chair in the corner. He lifted each of my breasts until they filled his hands, and my nipples were trapped by his thumb and forefinger.
“No one has ever taken the time to find out just what you need?”
I tipped my head back and fought against the quick rush of tears that had come out of nowhere. “No,” I said brokenly.
“I will. I’ll make sure I know every inch of your precious body.”
He released one of my breasts and his hand slid lower. He coasted over my waist to the soft skin just above my slit. “And no one has been here?”
I shook my head. “Just me.”
His nostrils flared. “At night? In the dark?”
I swallowed. “Not often, but sometimes when the loneliness was too much.”
“Show me.”
I shook my head.
“Show me,” he said more forcefully. “I want to make sure I’m doing it right.”
“You are.” My lower lip trembled. “Everything has been right.”
“I was too rough.”
“No. I just wasn’t ready.”
He led my hand to my pussy and made small circles. My cheeks burned at just how wet I was. No, definitely not like whenI touched myself. I was fuller and more swollen. My body had reacted to the differences and made room for my fingers and his as I gasped.
“Like that?” His voice was like gravel and his eyes were a touch wild, along with being kind.
I didn’t really want kind. I wanted the Seth who couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. I wanted the man who was so hot for me he couldn’t wait to touch me.
Hesitance was the last thing I wanted.
I slid my fingers out from under his and held him to my entrance. “You know what I need. I need you to trust that.Itrust you with this.” I lifted trembling fingers to the buttons of his shirt. “I trust you with me.”
Swallowing hard, I pushed his shirt open and over his shoulders. We struggled with his cuffs and finally he was as bare as me from the waist up. I took a tentative step closer to him and had to take a slow breath when my breasts touched his chest. The soft hairs along his abs felt different than the more wiry ones between his pecs. Both of them were rather glorious.
I chased the wonder and hoped it would lead me away from the nerves multiplying in my belly and brain. I wanted this with everything inside of me. Even knowing things would change between us on a fundamental level, I couldn’t turn away from him any longer.
He kicked off his shoes and I did the same with my boots. His pants hit the floor next and we stood in front of each other nearly naked.
Me, completely, but I was sort of glad he’d left on his black boxer briefs. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see just what my choices had led me to.
Especially with the bulge tenting under the snug cotton.
I lifted a shaking hand to his shoulder and he swept me up into his arms and deposited me on the mattress. “We’re going to take this as slow as you need to, all right?”
“What if I want fast?” I scuttled toward the head of the bed.
