Page 22 of Body Shot

“Would it be okay if I kissed you? I feel like that kind of story should end on a high note. And I promise, there will be no pain or discomfort with kissing. I’ll even keep my hands above the waist.”

She doesn’t react for a beat, merely staring up at me as if this is some kind of momentous decision.

“Maybe I’m not good at that either,” she whispers.

“Leave that to me, yeah?” I put one hand on the side of her face, gently moving my thumb back and forth along the soft skin. She told me she’s twenty-four, so she’s not an innocent girl. She’s a woman. Maybe not very experienced with men, but she’s not a child. And my gut tells me I’m the kind of man she needs to get her past this.

Sure, I’d like nothing more than to make love to her.

Hear her scream my name, watch her come all over my face, do all the dirty things I enjoy. Things I know she’ll enjoy too if only she’ll give them a chance.

But I’ll be happy to know I’ve helped her get past even some of her fears.

I lower my head and softly press my lips to hers.

I keep it simple. Gentle. Let her get used to the feel of my mouth on hers.

And fuck, she’s sweet.

Tentative, but sweet.

I wrap one arm around her waist and pull her closer, so our bodies are barely touching but there’s enough contact for her to get a sense of the attraction between us. I don’t want to scare her away, but I do want her to feel our connection. It’s there, simmering just beneath the surface. I saw it in her eyes all day, every time we were close. Now I have to get her to trust me.

I’m not sure why I’m suddenly invested in this—in her—but it feels right. Important. Like something only I can do.

I might try to unpack why I feel this way later.

Right now I have a beautifully inexperienced woman in my arms and she’s letting me kiss her.

We’ve still got our mouths closed, but she’s relaxed and her lips are slightly parted.

She may think she’s asexual, but I’m positive she’s not.

She’s probably not even aware that her nipples are hard. That her breath is coming a little faster than before. That her fingers are digging into my arms, her nails pinpricks of pain against my skin.

I use my tongue to gently trace the seam of her lips, letting her set the pace. I’ll know when she’s ready for me to slide my tongue against hers, deepen the kiss, show her how good I can make her feel.

The wind picks up, whipping her hair around our faces, and we momentarily pull apart.

I use one hand to catch most of her hair in my fist, and gently close it around the silky strands. Then I lower my mouth back to hers and this time she meets me halfway. When I slip my tongue between her parted lips, hers brushes against mine. So timid, it almost breaks my heart a little.

Wrapping my arm a little tighter around her waist, I pull her fully against my chest and curl my tongue around hers. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Being too tentative is probably just as much of a deterrent as being too forceful. It’s a delicate balance, and for some reason, it turns me on much more quickly than normal. We’re just kissing, and yet my dick is wide awake and ready for more.

Bad, penis.

Sit the hell down.

You’re not seeing any action tonight.

Yeah, that train of thought is helpful.

Not.

A soft sigh escapes her as we pull apart and I gaze down at her.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Oh. Yes. Very okay.”

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