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I bite my lip, dying inside while waiting for him to finally touch himself. His eyes are hooded looking at me. I swallowed hard when his fist wraps around his dick.

I rub my thighs together, turned on again. He strokes himself from the tip down to the base.

I want to touch him so bad. “Ronny, can I touch you?” I ask him, wanting to do this. I may not be ready for a blow job, but I can touch him. He closes the distance between us. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, so tell me if I do something wrong?” I tell him.

He kisses my forehead. “You could do nothing wrong, sweet girl.”

I reach between our bodies, my hands trembling slightly. A drop of water slides down his chest, running over one of his nipples.

He groans at the contact of my hand wrapping around his dick, the skin warm, thick, and velvety.

His face shows his rapture as he throws his head back. I learn the rhythm that gets the most noise from him. His large thighs are clenched and he slams his hand on the shower tile above my head.

He is close, his legs are barely holding him up, and I have never felt more powerful in my life than when I see him falling apart like this by my hand.

With the water dripping down his chest, I can’t fight the urge to lean forward and rub my tongue along the tip of his nipple, catching a water droplet.

He tries to pull my hand away because he is coming, but I don’t let go and he spills over my hand and onto my stomach.

His breathing is hard, and I run my hand up his sides, loving that he fell apart like this from my touch. This is such a huge step in our relationship, I never dreamed that it would have happened this quick between us.

I’m happy, though.

We both have waited many years so that I could heal enough to be able to be close to him like this.

He lifts his head to look at me, his body settling down from his orgasm. He pulls me to him and slides his fingers along his cum on my stomach like he is trying to rub it in, branding me.

It’s possessive and I love it.

I do something intense and bold. Ronny takes the fingers that he used to rub his cum into my stomach, lifting it to my mouth, and I suck his finger into my mouth.

His nostrils flare intensely. “Fuck, that was so hot.” He ducks his head, kissing me with so much passion, making me hotter than the water.

His fingers drag through my hair, tightening and tugging slightly on the strands. Then it hits me. “Oh shit, I’ve got work!” I screech, diving for the bodywash as Ronny grabs the shampoo.

I rush and wash my body while he washes my hair, then I spin and wash him, making sure I pay extra attention to his dick. His fingers rub through my folds thoroughly, cleaning me.

“Tonight, I’m taking you out on a date,” he tells me, and I grin.

“Deal.”

4

RONNY

It was hard to watch her leave for work. She was over thirty minutes late and I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty about it.

This morning was a huge turning point for us. The way she fell apart, the way her body jerked and convulsed as I sucked her clit deep into my mouth.

Fuck, that was the best thing I ever saw.

It kills me the things she had been through. It hurts me that she doubts herself, and how she thinks she is not enough for me and that I deserve better.

I know she can’t help but feel that way, she has been through so much trauma in her life.

But I’m in love with her.

Fuck, how I love her. One day I will make her see how important she is to me. All of the men that hurt her are all dead, and it pisses me off that they are dead and I can’t hurt them over and over for what they have done to her.

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