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“You’re sure? And you’ll tell me if something changes?”
I took the lead, running my fingers up her arms before cupping her face with both hands. “I’ll tell you. You have my word that I’ll never hold anything back from you again. Even if it’s awkward or uncomfortable. Because I know we can make it through anything.”
“I know so, too.”
“Good. Then let me start by saying something that makes me incredibly nervous.”
She pressed a kiss into my palm. “I’ve got you, Bear. Shoot.”
“I’m done pretending. I want to take my very real girlfriend to bed.”
Chapter twenty-four
Miranda
NOW
There were so many things that might have made going to bed with Leo awkward. I’d just broken up with Stone. Marley and James were sleeping down the hall. And he hadn’t had sex in over a decade.
But in the end, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
Leo had admitted he wanted me in the living room, but from the moment I took his hand and began walking us to our bedroom, his innate shyness and lack of experience came to thesurface. He’d clearly surrendered himself to my expertise, such as it was, and that felt like an honor rather than a burden. We were so close and had been through so much together. We knew how to communicate.
All we had to do was find ways to explore each other's bodies that were pleasurable for both of us. And that task didn’t seem daunting. More like a fun project.
In our room, I flipped the switch on the mini-Christmas tree on the dresser, casting twinkles of light across the room.
Leo watched hungrily as I undressed. Then he did the same. We stood by the side of the bed, and I allowed myself to look my fill, encouraging him to do the same.
His body was magnificent. I’d already known, had seen and felt it many times over the years, but this was the first time I’d seen everything altogether all at once. His broad chest and the line of hair leading down his belly drew my gaze. His soft cock, pink and thick, swung in a messy bush of dark blond curls. Evidently, Leo did not indulge in manscaping. I loved it.
I dragged a pointer down the center of his chest before trailing it back up to circle his nipples through his chest hair. The silvery strands shone in the moonlight pouring in through the gauzy curtains.
Leo's eyes blazed as he kept them on me.
Making a path through the hair at his groin, I ran my fingertip along the base of his cock, up past his circumcision scar, and over the head, where a dollop of pre-cum leaked. He held steady through my ministrations, but when I gathered the pearly liquid and circled the sensitive tip, his shaft twitched. Gently, I rubbed back and forth across the underside. He bit his lip and grunted, pumping his hips reflexively toward me.
Good to know, Bear.
I moved my finger farther down his shaft, feeling the pulsing vein along the underside. When I reached the base again, therest of my hand got involved, my fist gripping his length. I stroked a few times and was rewarded by a louder grunt and more pushing into my palm.
My mind conjured so many ideas for what could come next. In a parallel universe, I was dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth. Or lying down on the bed and pulling him on top of me. But in this world, I felt him shaking with… I wasn’t sure. Emotion? Trepidation? Amazement? A combo of everything?
I dropped my hand. “Touch me,” I murmured.
He nodded. Unlike me, he was not inclined to be delicate. He raised two eager hands to cup my breasts, palming them roughly, if reverently, squeezing them together as he gazed down like they were his new favorite toy.
Without preamble, his head dipped, and he tongued my nipples, first one, then the other, pressing them together to more easily flit between the two. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked firmly, tweaking the peak of my left breast between his thumb and middle finger.
His aggressiveness was unexpected. Unexpected but very welcome. My desire felt like a dam breaking. As much as I wanted to go slow and make sure Leo was comfortable, his raw lust lit me up like an inferno.
He pulled off my nipples and tilted his forehead into my chest, his heated pants causing goose bumps across my collarbone. A noise that sounded a lot like a laugh came from his throat. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting it to be so intense. Finally being in this moment with you has me going a little insane.”
I smiled. “That’s a good thing.” Looking down, I saw him stroking his erection. He was fully hard now, red tip dripping with pre-cum. Still, he handled it like a foreign object. “How about we get on the bed?” I suggested.
“Alright,” he said, nerves seeming to reappear.
Lying down, we continued to touch and caress as we faced one another. He ran a hand along my side before propping himself up to reach behind my thigh. Boldly, he tugged my leg over his hip, crooking my knee and bringing us close enough that his erection dragged across my center, sending a bolt of electricity through me.
