Page 139 of For Love or Money
‘I make you nervous?’
‘You terrify me, to be honest.’
Stella flinched, and looked away to hide the hurt she was feeling.
‘Hey, that’s not what I meant.’ He grabbed her chin and turned her back to face him.
She took a deep breath. ‘We don’t have to do this,’ she said, her hands covering his where they cupped her face. ‘If it’s too weird for you ... You can’t help it if I freak you out.’ She swallowed hard. ‘It doesn’t make you a terrible person just because you don’t want me.’
‘Jesus, of course I want you!’ The burning desire in his eyes, the tension in his face and the bulge in his jeans made her inclined to believe him. He raked a hand through his hair. ‘It’s just ... you’re kind of a new one on me.’
‘I get that. You’ve never been with someone like me before.’
‘No. I’ve never been with a woman who—’
‘Who was raised as a boy.’
He shook his head. ‘Who means as much to me as you do.’ He stroked her cheek with a finger. ‘I’m scared of screwing this up.’
She put her hand over his. ‘You won’t screw it up,’ she whispered. ‘I won’t let you.’
‘Promise?’ His voice cracked.
‘I promise,’ she whispered as he bent his head to kiss her again.
It had beena long time since Stella had given a blow job, but it came back to her quickly. She loved the feeling of Rafe’s hot, thick cock in her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair, the way he groaned her name as he came.
When it was her turn, Rafe kissed his way down her body with agonising slowness, awaking every nerve ending slowly and methodically until her whole body was on fire. At last he was kissing along her thighs, pushing them apart, and she felt the rasp of his stubble as he nuzzled his face between her legs. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, and Stella shook with want. Then suddenly he stopped, and looked up at her.
‘What do I—I mean I’m not sure how to—’ He frowned, hesitating.
‘How to make me come?’
‘Yeah.’
‘The usual way.’
‘I just—I don’t know how it all works,’ he said, his eyes flicking to her pussy.
‘How it works?’
‘I mean, can you get wet? Will it hurt when I’m inside you?’
‘You’re just thinking of this now?’ she squealed desperately.
‘Sorry,’ Rafe said. ‘I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?’
‘Just a bit.’
Stella would have found his hesitation amusing if it wasn’t so frustrating. ‘You’ve been with a woman before, right? Or would you like me to draw you a quick map?’
Rafe looked up at her anxiously, but then saw that she was smiling and broke into a grin.
‘Or I could give you Dr Sterling’s number,’ Stella continued, ‘and you could get back to me when you’ve spoken to him. I’ll read a magazine while I wait.’
‘Dr Sterling?’
‘He’s the one who created my vagina.’
