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I tense with shame because he’s hit the nerve I’ve hidden from him.

His eyes darken, and he watches me sternly for a moment. “Hey,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “I think it’s hot as fuck, but if you don’t like it, tell me.”

And then it all breaks loose and I start to tremble. “I do,” I say, the emotions bottling up inside me. “It’s just…” I clench my teeth and try to turn away, but Brian won’t let me.

“Come here,” he says, pulling me into an embrace.

“It’s wrong to,” I finally get out.

“Says who?” he says, a look of shock on his face.

“Nobody,” say, trembling. I can’t talk about my mom, the teasing. It’s too raw, too terrifying. Even though I know I can trust him.

“Then why would you think that?” he asks, stroking my lower back.

“Good girls don’t…flip the minnow,” I say, and just the sound of the words on my tongue makes me cringe.

“That’s a bunch of baloney,” he says. “Why shouldn’t you make yourself feel good? Hell, I wouldn’t have gotten through high school if I hadn’t been able to jerk off,” he says with a chuckle.

“But…you’re a guy.”

“So? Girls can be horny too.”

“Does it mean I’m a slut?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“No,” he snorts. He moves apart so he can see my face better. “Darce, where is this coming from?” he asks. “Why would you think that having desires and letting someone who cares about you fulfill them make you a slut?”

“I don’t know,” I lie.

“People get so hung up about stuff, but if it feels good, how can it be wrong?” he asks. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he adds, looking concerned. “Or scaring you? I think I’m doing a pretty good job, reading your signals, but am I pressuring you? Is there something I’m doing that’s making you feel bad about yourself?”

“When we’re doing it, I’m fine,” I say. “It’s…after. I start to think about it. I start to doubt myself.”

“That’s the problem then,” he teases, tapping my temple. “Turn that thing off.”

I laugh, and it feels so good to let go with him. I never planned to say so much, but I’m starting to feel glad that I did.

“Discovering your sexuality is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself.” He grins. “I’m just honored that I get to be the one to watch it happen.”

I smile and feel the thrill of this bloom inside me.

“You never have to feel shy around me, you got that?” he says, taking my face in his hands. “There’s nothing to feel bad or embarrassed about when we’re together.”

I nod again, feeling so safe in his arms.

“It felt good when you touched yourself, didn’t it?” he asks.

This time, I feel more confident when I answer him. “Will it feel that good when we…” I still can’t say it. I can’t believe that after everything we’ve done, I’m still this timid.

He raises his eyebrow and strokes my side. “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it does,” he says, then kisses me again, so tender and careful, which is such a contrast to the almost animal way he took me with his tongue just moments ago. I love this about him—that he gives me exactly what I need.

He kisses down to my breasts, giving the first one a playful lick. I’m still sensitive so I jump, but he persists, going slow. He caresses down my side, his touch gentle and soft, like feathers. Slowly, my body recovers and his lips on my peaks start to send shivers through me. I sigh, arching a little.

I reach down to unbutton his jeans and he helps me tug them all the way off so that he’s lying naked next to me. I reach for his shaft, but he barely lets me touch him before pushing my hand away.

“That’s all you get for now,” he says. “Tonight’s all about you.”

He slides a finger to my folds, which are still a little sensitive, but I’m so wet still that I tremble. Slowly, he glides up and down while his mouth and lips suck and toy with my nipples.

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