Page 44 of Duty Compromised
As we lay there in the morning light, kissing led to more kissing, which led to his hands exploring carefully, respectfully, checking my face for any sign of discomfort. There was none. Just wonder at these new sensations, at feeling desired and safe simultaneously.
“I want to make you feel good,” he murmured against my neck, finding that spot below my ear that made me gasp. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, though my heart raced with nervousness. “I want to know what sex is really supposed to feel like.”
“Well, let’s start with some other stuff that can feel just as good.”
He slid his hand down my body with deliberate slowness, giving me time to object. I didn’t. He skimmed his palm over my sleep shirt, pausing to cup the soft weight of my breast. My breath caught as his thumb found the sensitive peak through the thin fabric, circling gently until I arched into his touch.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with restraint. “I love how honest your body is.”
He tangled his other hand in my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss the column of my throat. Each press of his lips sent sparks straight through me. When his teeth grazed the spot where my pulse hammered, I couldn’t hold back my gasp.
“Please.” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for.
“I’ve got you.” His hand left my breast to trail down my stomach, my muscles tensing under his touch. When he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my pajama pants, I froze briefly, but he stroked my hair soothingly with his other hand.
His eyes met mine, and he gave me a slow smile that had my insides melting. “How about if you don’t worry about thinking. Just feel. Don’t analyze.”
His fingers moved lower, through the curls there, finding me already wet and aching. The first brush of his fingertips against that sensitive bundle of nerves made me jolt, a gasp escaping my lips.
“Too much?” he asked, pulling back slightly.
“No,” I managed. “Just…intense.”
He smiled. “That’s the idea.”
His touch was gentle at first, exploratory, learning what made me gasp, what made me arch against him. Slow circles that built heat low in my belly. A firmer pressure that made my hips rock involuntarily. When he slipped one finger inside me, then two, while his thumb maintained that maddening rhythm, I clutched at his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there, the focus entirely on my pleasure, made everything sharper. He watched my face intently, adjusting his movements based on my responses. When he curled his fingers just so while increasing the pressure of his thumb, I cried out, my whole body tightening.
“That’s it,” he encouraged when my breathing grew ragged. “Just let go, beautiful. Let me see you come apart.”
His words—calling me beautiful—combined with the skilled movement of his hand, pushed me over the edge. The sensation built slowly, then all at once, like a wave cresting.
Everything in me coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped, pleasure radiating out from where he touched me in waves that seemed to go on forever. I shattered apart, crying out against his shoulder, my body clenching around his fingers as he worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor.
I had no idea how long I lay there. All I could do was feel. Coherent thoughts were impossible.
“You doing okay?” He kissed softly up my arm.
“That was…” The sound came out as a squeak, so I started again. “That was significantly different from my previous experience. Nothing clinical about it.”
Ty laughed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
I lay there for long minutes, trying to get my physiological systems back under control.
As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I became increasingly aware of his body still pressed against mine. The tension in his muscles. The careful way he was holding himself still. And something else—hard and insistent against my hip that made my recently satiated body spark with renewed interest.
He was still aroused. Obviously, significantly aroused.
My analytical brain immediately began calculating the imbalance in our current situation. He’d given me this incredible experience, shown me what my body was capable of feeling, and received nothing in return. That seemed fundamentally unfair.
“Ty?” I shifted slightly, and I felt him tense. “You’re still… I mean, you haven’t…” I pressed my lips together, frustrated by my inability to find appropriate terminology. Finally, I defaulted to logic. “Reciprocity would suggest that I should do something for you.”
He kissed me again, soft and sweet. “Another time. This morning was about you.”
