Page 17 of Beneath the Scars
“Is that what you want? To be together?”
I chuckle. “Michael, I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve years old and you patched up my skinned knee after I fell off my bike. I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. I don’t expect you to say anything in response, and I hope I don’t scare you away. I just can’t miss the opportunity to put everything on the line so you know exactly where I’m at.”
“Fuck, Adalaide. I envy your ability to dive headfirst into everything you do. Those words are hard for me. I was conditioned not to trust them, but know that I’ve carried you in my heart for years.”
“Kiss me, Michael.” The words are a whisper in the little space that remains between us.
He spears his hand into my hair, fisting the curls at the base of my head and pulling me into him. He kisses me hard, as if he’s finally giving in to every desire he’s ever harbored for me. The press of his lips against mine sends an explosion of sensations shooting through my body. My stomach swoops, lust pooling low at my center and pounding into my clit with every beat of my heart.
He darts his tongue out to swipe at my lower lip. I gasp, opening my mouth to his invasion, and suddenly I’m lost in him. Our tongues tangle, dueling with each other until hiscomes out on top. The dominance in his kiss reminds me of the fantasies I want to explore.
Reading Michael’s list of limits opened so many doors for the things we could do together. I’ve been flushed and turned on since I handed him my phone. Allowing him to read my list was harder than I thought it would be. I felt so vulnerable—until he gave me his list and the playing field was leveled.
I also felt a lot more comfortable moving forward with a sexual relationship with Michael, knowing exactly where his boundaries lie. I’m less worried about making a wrong move now that he’s explained where his hard limits stand.
Michael groans into my mouth when I suck on his tongue. His hard length presses against the back of my thigh while he keeps hold of my hands. I try to buck my hips to relieve the ache in my pulsing core, but the way he’s got me pinned, I have no hope of moving. It’s only ratcheting up my desire to a fever pitch.
“Michael,” I moan, unsure of what I’m asking for.
“Tell me what you need, Trouble.”
I whimper. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Michael hums against my lips. The vibrations do something strange to my insides. Suddenly, he lifts me and switches our positions before I can process what happened. I’m sitting in the chair with Michael kneeling on the floor in front of me.
“What’s your safe word? What do you say to put a stop to everything immediately?”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
I shiver at the praise.
“And will I be angry or disappointed if you use it?”
I shake my head.
“Words, baby.”
“No.”
“What color are you right now, Trouble?”
“Green. Bright, neon, flashing green.”
Michael’s smile is devastating. “That’s my girl.”
Then he’s dipping his hands into the waistband of my high-waisted leggings to drag them down my hips and over my thighs until I’m completely bare to my big brother’s best friend.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whisper.
Michael smirks. “Soon. But not tonight.” Before I can think about his words, he slides my hips to the edge of the chair. “Keep your hands on the armrests of the chair, Adalaide. It’s very important that you do not move them.”
“I understand.” I grip the edges of the chair to show him I’ll follow his instructions.
Then his thick fingers are sliding through my wet slit. I gasp at the sensation. I’m the only person who has ever touched myself there. This is like a whole new world.
Michael starts to gently circle my clit with his middle finger, testing different pressures and patterns until I’m panting hard. He slides that same finger down and slowly enters me. My mouth drops open at how intense his thick digit feels inside me.
