Page 74 of Without Judgment

The word fear struck me. I didn’t associate it with her. “You’ve been fearless lately.”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve been determined to face the fear. There’s a difference.”

I pulled her close to reassure her, not liking the fact her eyes were brimming with tears. Her words hit home. And I knew she was right. Not only about her father, but about mine, too. “If he screws it up and doesn’t say what you want to hear, you’ll still be okay. I hope you believe that?”

“Yeah. I do. So will you.”

I nuzzled her neck, not expecting this wave of affection I had for her. It wasn’t about sex. Nothing physical. Just a true warmth I experienced when I was with her. It was both terrifying and fascinating. “I haven’t had a nightmare since being up here with you.”

She pulled back and smiled. “Maybe talking about it helped. Or the sex has you too tired.”

I chuckled. “Could be. But you need a break tonight.” I stepped away, intent on sliding the burgers onto buns and focusing on dinner.

“Wait. What?”

“I said we need a break. I can tell you’re sore.”

“It’s a good sore. And we’ll see.” She said it with a glimmer in her eye because she knew the truth as I did. I was powerless to resist her.

After dinner, we got into bed where I lasted exactly fifteen seconds into her seduction. Her tongue was currently flicking one of my nipple piercings. “Did these hurt when you got them?”

My breath caught in my throat while she sucked one hard. “No. Not too bad.”

Her lips trailed down my stomach, intent on their target.

“We’re not having sex tonight.” My declaration sounded weak, even to me.

“Uh-huh. You can just be gentle. Go slow. But after I suck you.”

Christ, I was a goner. She blew me with a skill I was in awe of, and I returned the favor by going down on her. By then, I was ready to go again, and she reached for a condom.

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” I was between her thighs, the head of my cock at her entrance and desiring nothing more than to slide into heaven.

“Yes. We’ll go slow.”

Right. Slow. I could do slow. Ah, Christ. I slid in one glorious inch at a time, holding still once I was all the way to root. She felt amazing. Tight, wet. Perfect.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, pulling my head down so I could meet her lips.

I loved her lips. Her kisses were no longer tentative. Instead, she met my tongue with demands of her own. Nipping my bottom lip playfully while her fingernails raked over my shoulders. I withdrew slowly before pushing in again and then grinding my hips into hers, pressing her into the mattress.

“You okay?”

It was all I could do to hold back like this.

“Yes. Amazing, actually.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, inviting me in deeper, and thrust up to meet my measured cadence.

My lips took hers once more because I couldn’t not. This was different from our other times together. More connected. Less frantic. “Open your eyes.”

I found myself needing the connection. First with our gazes, next by taking both her hands in mine and entwining our fingers above her head. “You’re so beautiful. Feel so fucking good.”

Words poured out of me as if I was lost. Lost in the depths of her eyes. Lost in the moment.

Her hands gripped my ass, indicating she wanted me to go harder, faster.

But I wouldn’t. Instead, I was savoring this. Pushing her to the brink in an unhurried rhythm. Our bodies were slick with perspiration. Breathing in synch. Eyes locked in an intense exchange.

And when she went over the edge, I went with her. A thought niggled at the back of my mind which didn’t hit home until later. I’d just made love to a woman for the first time.

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