Page 68 of Choices

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and she snuggles into me easily.

"You know I've broken my no-cheating ban, right?"

I smile as I look ather, one eyebrow raised. Is she propositioning me?

"I mean. I slept with Rico and Matty. I'm sure they've told you?"

My smile widens and I nod.

"So like..." she trails off, twisting her fingers nervously. Fucking adorable.

My smile fades, though, when I realize that I have to confess.

You have to teach me.

"You've never been with a woman?" She asks. I scan her face for judgment but find only open curiosity.

No.It's a simple sign. Three fingers. One motion.

Unbelievably, her smile widens.

I want to tell her that my home life was so awful as a teen that I was painfully shy. I was afraid that if anyone looked too closely at me they would see the poverty and the abuse. I wore baggy clothes and tried to blend in with the crowds.

I know a few girls checked me out, but even if by some miracle I could seduce them, where would I take them? Back to my worn mattress on the floor with no sheets?

Then, after the "accident," I couldn't speak to seduce a woman. Women couldn't stand to look at my scars, so I gave up. The boys often offered to hire me a prostitute, but that would just be embarrassing. She would what? Bounce around on my cock, NOT looking at my scar? Pretending she liked it? It wasn't worth it. The humiliation of a woman pretending to want me was too much to bear.

But this woman standing in front of me? Hannah's a different story. She took one look at my scar and scolded me for covering it up. Since that day she's only everlooked me in the eye. Or checked out my body when she thought I wasn't looking.

She laces her fingers through mine and leads me up the stairs to her bedroom. It's exactly how I expected it. Cream colored duvets and decorative pillows. Boring pastel artwork on the walls. Gold decorative lamps. Nothing at all reflecting Hannah's warmth and personality. A conversation for another day.

She turns to face me, still grinning wildly.

"I'm not too old for you?"

I shake my head.

"Are you nervous?"

I nod.

She takes my hand in hers. "Don't be. You can stop me any time, just tap me twice, okay? Even if you just need to slow down. We'll explore what you like and what you don't like. Number one rule is honesty, okay?"

I nod again.

She presses her chest to mine, her soft breasts crushed against my hard muscles. Her tiny arms wrap around my waist, gently pulling me against her. She has to tip her head back to look up at me. I get lost in the soft blue of her eyes, the dusting of freckles across her nose, the slender curve of her chin, her soft, kissable lips.

My breathing speeds up as lust and nerves flood my bloodstream.

I can't help myself. I reach up and drag my thumb across her jaw and over her soft lips. She leans into my touch.

"Kiss me." She whispers, her warm breath skating across my face. I take a grounding breath in and sigh it out, closing my eyes and pressing my lips to hers. I don't know what todo. There's movement, right? I'm supposed to be moving?

Hannah doesn't give me time to spiral. She presses her lips into mine, moving her lips against mine. All I have to do is follow her movement. Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek and a sob fights to break loose. Her touch is so tender, so worshiping. I've never been touched like this. Ever.

She licks the seam of my lips, pressing for permission to open. I open and welcome her. Her tongue dances with mine and she tastes like the coffee cake she was eating earlier. I want more. I want to crawl inside of her and live in this feeling. My heart is racing, my hands are shaking and I'm impossibly hard. I grip the back of her neck, trying to pull her closer to me. My mind is a jumbled mess. She grabs my other hand and before I know what's happening she presses it against her breast, arching into my hand.

I want to die.

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