Page 114 of Look, Don't Touch

“You already have!” I scream the second his tongue slips between my slick lips. I’m so sensitive, it almost hurts, but he’s careful to stay away from my clit. So careful that just a minute later, I’m shifting my hips to get him where I want him.

A smack resounds in the room a second before I register the sting on my ass. I moan outright, like a good little slut.

He leans back from the nook he’s made between my sprawled thighs. His lips glisten with my arousal while his eyes glint with desire and determination. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, Hailey?” He doesn’t wait for my response. That’s good because I can’t formulate coherent thoughts right now. “Don’t rush me.”

I whimper but hold still. Actually, I hold his head as it shifts and writhes against my intimate flesh. My pussy feels so heavy and hot. I cup my breasts. They’re so tender, my hips jerk.

He spears me with a single finger, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks deep.

“Yes, Arlo! Fuck, babe!”

With a few easy flicks of his tongue over the flat of my clit, I bow, my legs shake, and my vision narrows until I snap my eyes closed. I come down, melting into his arms. My legs bracket his hips.

He kisses my shoulder to my neck, then finds my mouth. I taste myself on him and moan. I’ve never wanted to mark my territory until now. This seems like a good way to do it.

“You called me babe.”

I blink him into view. There’s a smug smile on his pretty face. “Did I?” I let my gaze flit left and right. “Must have blacked out. I don’t remember.”

He snarls and stands, holding me to his chest. “Looks like I’ll have to remind you.”

“It looks that way.” I grin down at him.

Arlo presses a chaste kiss to my lips, then lays me on the bed. His wide chest touches mine.

That’s when it hits me. Like truly smacks me between the eyes. “Babe.”

His smile goes megawatt.

“This, in a real way, is my first time.”

His smile doesn’t fade so much as it shifts to a serious warmth. “It’s the same for me.”

All the flare and finesse go out the door as we stare at each other, more raw and more exposed than ever before.

My lips itch to tell him that I love him, but I’m scared, still, in spite of everything. I tell myself it’s okay. That everything will be fine, in time.

Arlo straightens and lowers his underwear.

I gulp at the sight of him. He’s a dichotomy. Abuse and success. Vulnerability and strength. Humility and wealth. Jagged scars and utter beauty.

My body shakes without my permission.

He shucks his boxer briefs, then presses his warmth onto me, gathering me close. “Talk to me.”

I grab his face and bring it to mine. “You’re perfect.”

“Hardly,” he rasps.

“You are perfect. Perfect to me. Perfect for me. It’s like you were made for me.”

“That, I’ll never argue with.” Arlo slips a hand between us. He grabs his cock and positions his bare skin at my entrance.

“We’re both clean and have only been with each other for the past year.” Since, I safed out. Thank God I safed out. “I’m on birth control. Have been forever it seems.”

“Tell me how much you want me,” he demands.

“I want what’s mine, and you’re mine, Arlo.” My hand wraps around the back of his neck. “Don’t you want what’s yours?”

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