Page 151 of The Perfect Love

“And I’ve been reconnecting with my body,” she continues. “I feel confident in that. Then she mentioned something that worked for her… her partner being dominant. Whenever we talk dirty, it always relaxes me and keeps me in the moment, and I’m thinking if you take full control, maybe I’ll be so focused on you that I won’t think about anything else. If you’re open to that.”

I rub my jaw. I’m not against it. Dominant is my natural predisposition when it comes to sex. “I’m open to it. But I haven’t been particularly dominant with you so far.”

“I know. But I guess I see it as different. Like those things were my first sexual experiences, so taking control of them helped. But this is the way I was violated, and I’m worried that if I have to think about being in control, I’ll get too lost in my own thoughts. I’d rather get lost in you.”

I lean in and kiss her neck. “Good answer. Like I said, I’m open to trying.”

She pulls back, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. “Tonight? Wait.”

“If you’re changing your mind that quickly…”

She smacks my chest. “No. But there’s something else we haven’t talked about. Birth control.”

“Ah. Right.”

“So, I haven’t been on the pill or anything in years because unfortunately, I always had bad luck with them. They made me sick or messed with my moods. My doctor said some people don’t handle hormonal birth control well. I’m one of the unlucky ones. Which means we’ll need to rely on condoms. I mean, there’s like spermicidal lube and stuff like that—”

I cut her off with a kiss. “Condoms are fine. I can grab some—”

She throws open her bedside table drawer and pulls out a box. “I got some. They’re supposed to feel really… natural.”

Her cheeks tint pink in the most adorable way.

“You’re very prepared.”

She sighs. “I want to do this with you.”

“I want to do this with you too. But I don’t want it to feel forced or mechanical. That’ll have you in your head more.”

She tilts her head slightly, a wicked smile growing on those plush lips. “You better get me out of my head, then.”

There’s my girl. My wild, playful girl.

I stand up and hold out my hand. “Shower with me?”

“Yes, please.”

I lead her into the bathroom, pausing to kiss her just inside the door. Then we take turns removing our clothes, watching each other. My fingers skim up her arms and she drags a finger down my chest.

Our shower is sensual as always. I wash and condition her hair, but then we take it a step further and wash each other’s bodies, avoiding the most sensitive bits. I’m sporting a semi that morphs into a hard-on as I watch her towel off.

Anticipation coils in the air around us, and then we’re kissing again, frantic this time. We ditch our towels and kiss our way down the hallway, hands roaming.

Every touch of her fingers to my skin is like a kiss of fire. A little burst of electricity.

Once we make it to the edge of the bed, I pull back, holding her face in my hands.

“You still want to do this?”

“Yes.”

No hesitance, even if I see a flash of it in her eyes. But this is her call to make, so I follow her lead as she climbs onto the bed. I join her and then grab the box of condoms and some lube.

She reaches out and gives my cock a few hard strokes, making my brain misfire. All I can do is groan. And try not to come. If we do this, I want it to be phenomenal for her. She deserves that much. For it to wash away at least some of the uncomfortable feelings still burning deep inside her.

I slide the condom on and add a bit of lube, then turn to Chelsea, splayed out, auburn waves framing her flushed cheeks.

“Spread those legs for me, baby.”

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