Page 69 of Revved up & Ready

“It’s cute that you’re too shy to say that out loud, but you’re okay with me doing it.”

I kiss her nose in the same place, then move down her body to her beautiful, scarred leg. My lips find the lowest scar, all the way down on her calf. “And the point isn’t only for me to go down on you.” I kiss the next one higher. “It’s to worship you.” My hand turns her leg, giving me access to kiss another scar. “I want all of you.” and another. “Every single inch.”

“They’re justugly. I hate them. You shouldn’t—”

“No,youshouldn’t.” I continue kissing up her leg, covering every bit—scarred or otherwise—with my lips. “Every part of you is just as beautiful as the next. If it takes the rest of my life to erase the ugly comments some useless asshole put in your head, then so be it.” She begins to soften again, sliding her leg under my hands to help me reach the best angle for a scar high up her leg. “I’m happy to cover you in kisses every night until it clicks, but I will not let you talk about yourself like that—not while you’re with me.”

She doesn’t admit that they’re beautiful like the rest of her. I knew it would take more than one afternoon to change her mind about something so deeply rooted, but she stays loose and comfortable in my hands as I do my best to convince her with my kisses.

When I reach the top, I kiss the soft curve of her ass, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I breathe out a curse. “I’ve been dying to do that ever since I saw you in that tiny bikini bottom yesterday morning.”

“Grab my ass?” she giggles.

The underwear she’s wearing now covers even less than the bikini did, leaving plenty of skin for my hand to explore. “This is magnificent,” I groan, bringing my face up to hers again.

“It isnot,” she says, using the same tone she does when she thinks I’m being ridiculous. “It’s just an ass.”

“What did Ijustsay? Every part of you is beautiful, and you will not deny that when you’re with me.” I drag my teeth along her lip. “You aren’t allowed to argue compliments about your ass. It’s perfect.”

“It is n—”

I interrupt her. “I’m serious.”

Her cheeks flush, and she buries her face in my chest. “Fine.”

“You’re doing great,” I reassure her.

I dip two fingers under the hem of her tiny lace panties, running them from the curve of her ass cheek, over her hip, and forward, pausing when I reach the front of her pelvis.

Her eyes meet mine, and she nods in silent approval. This is new territory forus, but not for her, so I’m hoping it will help her trust me with the rest. When my fingers find her wet center, her hand drops to my cock, gripping me through my pants.

I breathe out another curse, undone by the simple touch. I need her in every way, but today, I want to take care of her, guideher through something new—not use her for my own pleasure. As my fingers trace a slick line to her clit and back, she begins to unbutton my pants.

“Does it make you more comfortable if you’re touching me too?” I ask, my movements slow and deliberate.

“More comfortable?” she asks, her hands stilling. “Not necessarily, but shouldn’t I?”

“Shouldn’tyou?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “No, you shouldn’t unless that’s what you need. Remember what I said last night? I want to focus on you, make you feel good.”

Her face twists between pleasure and concern as I begin slow circles on her clit. “Do you not like—”

“Iloveevery way you touch me,” I interrupt her. “But I don’t want you thinking about me right now. I want you to try to be selfish.” Adding the smallest amount of pressure, I ask, “Do you think you could do that for me?”

Her hand leaves my cock, and she digs her fingertips into my biceps. “I can try,” she breathes.

My fingers trail down, slipping into her entrance. “I’ll help you.”

She closes her eyes, holding tightly onto me. But her features soften as I sink my fingers deeper, letting soft moans slip from her lips.

“You’re going to help me be selfish?” she asks, her voice breathy as I ease her onto her back.

I drop my lips to her collarbone. “Yes, sunshine. All you need to think about is what feels good for you. If I do something you like, will you tell me?” I increase the speed with my hand.

“Like that?” she asks, tightening around my fingers. “I likethat.”

“Exactly like that,” I say, maintaining the pace. “But I also need you to tell me if you don’t like something.”

When she doesn’t respond, I start to pull my fingers away from her wet heat.

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