Page 76 of Light Up The Night
"You are clothed and I am not," I point out. "This feels inequitable."
"Whaddya gonna do about it?" he murmurs, his voice rough and amused.
I feel his feet working, moving—toeing off his shoes and socks. I push at his jeans and underwear, but they catch at his belly. Or, rather…near there. A bit lower, perhaps.
"Careful, there," he whispers. "Certain parts of me don't exactly bend in their current state."
I squeak as I realize what he means—his…um…manhood…is erect, and his underwear is catching on it. "Did I…hurt you?"
"No, honey. No. You didn't hurt me."
Relief is a sweet rush of breath in my frozen lungs. "You are…um…aroused."
"Yeah, babe."
"I have not touched you…there."
"No." He pulls his face away to look into my eyes. "You turn me on, Cadence. Just looking at you turns me on—you letting me play with these?" He scoops my breast in his hand, lowers his mouth to it, suckles softly. "Hard as a fuckin' rock, sweetheart."
"Oh," I breathe. "My breasts are an acceptable size and shape to you, then?"
"Fishin' for compliments, are you?" he growls. "Cadence, honey, you have perfect tits."
"You insist on perfection as your favored descriptor, Riley," I murmur. "But surely perfection is a myth."
"Subjective, not a myth." He growls, palming both of my breasts and bringing them together and then burying his face between them. His stubble is scratchy and rough…and inordinately titillating. Pun very much intended.
See? I have jokes.
"I think you're perfect," he says, letting go and returning to lay beside me, half-above me. "Every part of you."
His hand soars down my belly and rests dangerously close to my privates. At the proximity of his hand, arousal pulses in me all over again, and the only way I can bear it is to clasp him by the nape and pull his mouth to mine and kiss him until I moan my desire. He growls an answering sound of need, and his hand slips lower, covering my mons pubis again. I gasp into his mouth and stop breathing when his drifting hand does not stop, but moves lower yet. I squeeze my thighs together helplessly againstthe pressure within me and the billowing heat of arousal and the slow seep of arousal's wetness.
Another shrill gasp seethes past my teeth when he turns his hand to point toward my feet; my thighs squeeze together tighter than ever, blocking him from going any further.
Except…that is not what I wish to happen.
I open my eyes and look at him, frantic with need yet in an agony of uncertainty and anticipation. "Riley, I…"
"Cadence, honey, if you're not ready, that's okay. It's perfectly alright. You can change your mind about anything at any time."
I grip his nape with trembling fingers. "I have not changed my mind."
"I don't want you to be scared."
I squeeze my eyes shut, press my forehead to his, panting raggedly. I focus my will on my legs, force them to unclench. "Iamafraid, Riley. And I am allowed to be. This is new for me. I have never been naked with a man. I have never kissed a man until you. I have never been touched by a man with any amount of intimacy.” I exhale shakily. "I am afraid, and it is okay. I am not afraid ofyou; I am not afraid ofthis. Iwantthis. I wantyou. My fear is of the unknown, the anticipated."
"Brave girl," he whispers. "Just tell me what you need."
"Only a bit of patience." I open my eyes and meet his gaze. "And maybe…more kisses?"
"More kisses?" he echoes. "As you wish, sweetest girl."
I turn my mouth up to his, gasping with desire, open-mouthed and greedy for his kiss. He slashes his mouth against mine and slides his tongue against mine, and now I throw myself into the kiss, whimpering in my throat as our kiss deepens, soars, expands, and my arousal billows and pulses.
My thighs relax by degrees, and his hand remains where it is, covering my mons with a single long middle finger millimetersabove my sex, where the hood of my labia guards my clitoris—that aching, throbbing bundle of nerves.
He parts, panting, and then goes in for more, and he twists my nipple until I gasp, a sudden shot of arousal spasming through me, making me gasp and twitch. My thighs fall open, then, and I open my eyes and find his and stare into his wild pale blue eyes and I slide my legs further apart until the night air bathes my wet, exposed sex.
